“Hamburger… The Motion Picture” Quotation
400 club member, 400 club member:
[after farting]
[In unison]
400 club member, 400 club member:
Aroma
[giggles]
Lyman Vunk:
[instructing a managerial training class] Put those cookies back… MOTHERFUCKER.
[entire class repeats, Sister Sara crossing herself]
[Explaining how much formula has been given to Zipser]
Dr. Mole:
That is the equivalent of 3 tons of my new synthetic chicken.
Lyman Vunk:
3 TONS?
Dr. Mole:
Yes… that would be as if he had a bucket of chicken, every day, for 500 years.
Lyman Vunk:
Is ther any chance of brain damage?
Zipser:
Cluck… Cluck.
[an old lady pulls up to the Buster Burgers’ drive thru intercom which is shaped like a giant pickle]
"Mr. Pickle" Intercom:
Hi, welcome to Buster Burgers, what can I get ch’ya?
Old Lady:
Um… one burger… uh, some fries… and a malte. Oh! And, uh, could you put cheese on that, please?
"Mr. Pickle" Intercom:
Just say, “Buster Cheese, Bull Chips, and a Chocolate Buster Shake,” madam.
Old Lady:
Okay.
"Mr. Pickle" Intercom:
[annoyed] So say it!
Old Lady:
Shove off, pickle! I don’t like talking to machines.
"Mr. Pickle" Intercom:
Look, toots. Take that Falcon you’re driving, chain it up, and shove it where the sun don’t shine!
Old Lady:
Wha? Wh-wh-why I… ooh… ack!
[collapses from a heart attack]
"Mr. Pickle" Intercom:
[once again cheerful] Thanks for coming to Buster Burgers, please move forward. You may be eligible for a prize.
400 club member:
[after farting] Deep and mean