Matt Foley: Well Whooptie Freakin' Do!
Matt Foley: Well La De Frikin' Da!
Matt Foley: You're gonna end up eating a steady diet...
Matt Foley: Cause uh, my uh, Spanish ain't so good...
Matt Foley: "I know you thinkin' you all gangstas up in here...
Matt Foley: "Warden, I was wondering if you'd do ol' Matt a favor...
Matt Foley: Mom, I want you to be Santa's Little Helper...
Matt Foley: Hey Rudolph, help me out here...
Matt Foley: Fee Fie Foe Fum, I smell, the finger prints of scum.
Church Lady: Well isn't that special
Harry Caray: Hey! If you were a hotdog...
Harry Caray: Oh. You made a wise choice my friend.
Harry Caray: Would you eat the moon, if it were made of ribs?
Your the Devil!
Do you want to touch my monkey?