Farva: Just cleaning out the old locker, she stinks like ass but I'll sure miss her... I guess you could say that about all my girls.
Police Chief Grady: I will have the enchilada platter with two tacos and no guacamoles. Mike?
Officer Smy: Yeah, chief. I'll have a CHINCHILLA.
Rabbit: I don't get it. Tacos?
Thorny: They think I'm Mexican.
Rabbit: You're not?
Do I look like a cat to you boy? Am I jumpin' around all nimbly bimbly from tree to tree? Am I drinking milk from a saucer? DO YOU SEE ME EATING MICE?
Rabbit: Oh, look, a bar of soap. (lifting soap out of coffee) Farva: oohoohoh sh!t. I got you good, you foker.
Mac: What about that little guy?
[points to a bullet hole in the shooting target's crotch] Thorny: Who, that little guy? I wouldn't worry about that little guy.
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