Ron Burgundy: I'm gonna punch you in the ovary, that's what I'm gonna do. A straight shot. Right to the babymaker. There was a time, a time before cable. When the local anchorman reigned supreme. When people believed everything they heard on TV. This was an age when only men were allowed to read the news. And in San Diego, one anchorman was more man then the rest. His name was Ron Burgundy. He was like a god walking amongst mere mortals. He had a voice that could make a wolverine purr and suits so fine they made Sinatra look like a hobo. In other words, Ron Burgundy was the balls Brick Tamland: I'm Brick Tamland. People seem to like me because I am polite and I am rarely late. I like to eat ice cream and I really enjoy a nice pair of slacks. Years later, a doctor will tell me that I have an I.Q. of 48 and am what some people call mentally ******ed.
let's be honest anything from that film "i love lamp" "come on baxter, you know I don't speak spanish" and "You're so wise, like a miniature Buddha, covered in hair" "60% of the time it works every time" "you are a smelly pirate hooker... why don't you go back to your home on whore island!" and everything else
"Nyet! Nyet! No More! No! Not tonight! This son of bitch, all night he, "Check. Check. Check." He trap me!"
Sailor ( nic cage ) in Wild At Heart ...." Rockin` good news " .....that became my personal catchphrase for an annoyingly long time
"Save me Jebus!" - Homer Simpson Or along the same lines... As Ricky Bobby rolls on the race track believing he is being burnt by invisible fire... "Help me Jesus! Help me Jewish God! Help me Allah! AAAAAHHH! Help me Tom Cruise! Tom Cruise, use your witchcraft on me to get the fire off me!"
I do not think the problem was that the band was 'down'. I think the problem was that there was a Stonehenge monument on stage that was in danger of being crushed...by a dwarf!
