Help mommy's baby.

Frank: Yo Tray, we got a problem.
Tracy: [as Jefferson] Pray who be this Tracy Jordan thou speakest of?
Frank: Uh, President Jefferson, we got a problem.
Tracy: Speakest!
Frank: That horse ate your wig.
Tracy: Well, stand guard by his rump and await it in his droppings!
Lutz: Or we could probably just go get a new wig?
Tracy: A-ha! I like you, young man; you shall run my university.

Frank: My god, He's mortal!
Lutz: What just happened!?

Liz: Lutz what are you working on?
Lutz: Breathing through my mouth so I don't smell the throw up on my shirt.

Were any of the firemen strong? Were any of them the ones from the calendar?

I've worked here for three years. I gave you that car I won?

Please don't make me move back to Alaska, Liz. I hate it there.

Why don't we trick him into kissing me? It would be so funny because I'm not gay.

You know, my Johnny's single, and he gives excellent back rubs, I assure you.

Lutz's mom

Yeah, also my girlfriend is mad... in Canada!