Willie Nelson: Hey, I know you. You're the kid who rakes my lawn.
Bobby Hill: No, sir. I'm the kid who hit you in the head.
Willie Nelson: With my rake?
Bobby Hill: No, sir, with a golf club.
Willie Nelson: You rake my yard with a golf club? I want my quarter back.
Dale: Oh my God, I'm out of cigs.
Bobby Hill: Mr. Gribble, who is your number one favorite hero?
Dale: You are if you get me some smokes.
Hank Hill: [hearing a strange sound] What is that chinging sound?
Dale: One of those stealth helicopters with computerized noise-canceling capability. They're still working the chings out.
Bill Dauterive: How'd you know about the stealth helicopters?
Boomhauer: Yeah man, I tell you what, man. That dang ol' Internet, man. You just go on there and point and click. Talk about W-W-dot-W-com. An' lotsa nekkid chicks on there, man. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. It's real easy, man.