Darph Bobo: [under his breath] Bitch.
Mrs. Bobo: What was that?
Darph Bobo: [yelling] I said bitch! There, was that loud enough for ya?
Chode: Sorry I'm late, but the lines at Sex Toys 'R Us were around the block.
Whip: [overexcited] What you get? What you get me uncle Chode?
Chode: Eh, that isn't for you, kid. Just some pizza flavored eatable undies for my lady here. Heheh. Your old uncle likes a midnight snack.
Six: I think he'd like to think of himself as a man now.
Chode: A man? No, being a man takes years of fighting and screwing and drinking and whoring. And fighting a little more and then a lot more drinking and then more whoring if there's time.
Gus: I can't switch the computer out of porn mode without Chode's access codes, so none of the bills are being paid.
Chode: Freak or no freak, I'm not going to give in to that grease painted balloon blower. That clown is going down!