Ryan: Wait, Wilfred I need you.
Wilfred: Well I don't need you, Ry-an woman, here me roar.

You know what, I don't get it. I've calculated my facial proportions and I'm 94% symmetrical, which according to the index is borderline hot. And I dressed up this boring old lab coat with a quirky Japanese robot pin, so you know I'm fun. And everyone in the office already knows I am a total sex addict.

Amanda

Mustard stains are the new black.

Ryan

Ryan: You jog huh?
Wilfred: It's Thursday Ryan. I told you, arms and cardio.

Ryan: Was he pissed off about something?
Wilfred: Drew drives hard. Dude's confident behind the wheel.

Ryan: I'm just trying to make small talk.
Wilfred: And I'm just trying to focus on my pace. Uhh, seven minute miles, ever heard of 'em?

I'm not Dr. Phil, okay? I'm Dr. Wilfred...and I only call myself that when I'm dj-ing.

See what I did there? I got super tired, stopped running, and started dry heaving. I've gotta not do that.

Ryan: Drew says that it helps you achieve maximum core rippage.
Wilfred: That's just the kinda rippage I need.

I have a strict policy against taking any drug that's not illegal. They're never strong enough.

I'm gonna look just like that Kathleen Turner dude.

Ryan: Get off.
Wilfred: I'm trying to!

Wilfred Quotes

Ryan: I thought it would make me sound Effete.
Wilfred: So does saying the word "effete."

Ryan: Get off.
Wilfred: I'm trying to!