- Boomhauer: Pass me them dang ol' salt, man. I'm throw a little bit of that crap over my shoulder, man.
- Bobby Hill: What about the black nail polish?
- Peggy Hill: They were out. You'll have to use a sharpie.
- Hank Hill: No. The only way you're havin' a black nail is if you hit it with a hammer.
- Luanne Platter: I better go now. One of the bands asked me to leave before I gave them impure thoughts.
- Bobby Hill: Would anybody mind if I said grace tonight?
- Hank Hill: Sure, Bobby.
- Bobby Hill: I wanna give a shout out to the man who makes it all happen. Props be to you for this most bountiful meal that sits before us. Okay, check it. God, you got skills.
- Hank Hill: I don't know what to make of this youth group of Bobby's. Last night he broke curfew, but he was up reading the Bible. What do you do with that?
- Dale Gribble: Maybe you should punish him old testament style. A religious boy like Bobby would appreciate the irony.
- Bobby Hill: And then Cain was all like "I ain't supposed to be lookin' out for my bro, yo."
- Luanne Platter: I didn't know that was in Genesis.
- Dale Gribble: [discussing condemned prisoners' last meals] If it were me, Id choose the world's rarest truffle. Then while they were searchin' for it, I'd tunnel my way to freedom. Of course, then I'd miss eating the world's rarest truffle. Quite the quandary.
- Boomhauer: I tell ya what, man, t'was me, I'd go out in dang ol' style, man, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, like dang ol' rack a lamb, you know, little ol' foie gras, you know, little ol' dang ol', dinner is served.