Red: So, I guess this is the way an immature, engaged, high school dumbass with no car, no job and no money trims the hedges.
Hyde: That was like eight burns in one sentence.
Donna: An octo-burn. Let's get the hell out of here.

Red: You think my problem is my own son? My son is a fine young man.
Eric: Wow, Dad, you don't have...
Red: Shut up, dumbass. You know less about my family than you do about football! Which isn't saying much, since you dropped every pass that came near you! And let me tell you something else. When a real Packer hurts his leg, he stuffs his kneecap back in and keeps on running!
Eric: That's what this little mushroom would have done.

Donna: We don't need the keys. I'll hotwire that son of a bitch.
Randy: What's the big deal? I'll just ask Red if I can borrow the car.
Hyde: Uh, while you're at it, why don't you ask Red if your ass can borrow his foot?

Bob: [on TV] I'll always remember where I was when I heard the news that Fatso was stolen. I was reading the paper in the can. It was the same way with Kennedy.

Hyde: I remember my first crime. Grand theft tricycle. I did three days in the crib for that job.