Taco: I can feel your penis on the back of my head.
Rafi: That's a war-boner, man.

Pete: Did you roofie my drink?
Rafi: Oh, I roofied like 40% of the drinks here. It's a numbers game.

The S.A.T.s are culturally biased. That's why I got high and rode a snowmobile through a mall instead of taking them.

Taco

Jim McMahon: What are you, high?
Taco: Yeah, but that's got nothing to do with this.

Taco: Kevin, can I use your TV to play Sega Genesis? I just got 'Joel Madden Football,' and I'm getting good at it.
Ruxin: 'Joel Madden Football'?
Taco: Yeah, he's the drummer of Good Charlotte. I guess he just really likes football or something.

Gail: You really messed this up. You could have had sex with the most pathetic, insecure, desperate woman you've ever met! I would have let you put me in a cage!
Rafi: I have a cage!
Gail: Have fun in your cage--alone!

She looks like she belongs on a beer poster, and I look like the guy who makes you answer riddles before you cross a bridge.

Ruxin

We're brothers! It's weird if I DON'T sit on your lap!

Taco

Frank: My sister's vagina belongs in the Louvre!
Ruxin: Why, because a bunch of Frenchmen have been in it?

Taco: What the hell's "M.L.A"?
Kevin: It means "Mouth Like Anus."

PAM: Okay, let's start off our group therapy session the way we always do; checking in on how insane everyone is feeling today. William. Last week you were talking about your mother.
WILLIAM [crazily]: I don't want to talk about her.
PAM: She was making a grilled-cheese sandwich for you; she realized she forgot to put the tomatoes in, and then she jumped inside the oven to kill herself.
WILLIAM [crying]: I don't want to talk about my mom in the oven!
PAM: Closed the oven door; she stared at you through the little tiny window.

That guy fed me Spongebob Squarepants and now I'm gonna die like in 'Alien'!

Ruxin

The League Quotes

Kevin: Well, Taco is rich.
Andre: Rich to Taco is like having twenty bucks and a can of Four Loko.

Taco: I want to be able to post whatever I want on DallasCowboys.com.
Jerry Jones: Post what?
Taco: Musings, pictures of shoes I like, drawings of historical figures interacting with food in unusual ways, portraits of people I know drawn from memory, sex photos.
Jerry Jones: No.