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.

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

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

Help mommy's baby.

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

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

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

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

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