Beavis and Butt-Head

Mr. Candy: Who can tell me what I'm holding in my hand? Butt-head: Uh, your nads? Mr. Candy: No, my right hand.

Mr. Candy: Now, who'd like a candy bar?

Mr. Anderson: You boys couldn't sell a dollar for 50 cents.

Mr. Candy: Ah, oh, no! You're not gonna pull that again! It took me six months to get another job. Now give me the rest of the money, you little twerp! Beavis: Ahhh! He's trying to touch my wiener! Let go, pervert! Butt-head: Kick him in the nads, Beavis! Mr. Candy: You two, you little farter! Buzzcut: What the hell are you doing? This is my class, I do the ass-kicking around here! Mr. Candy: Wait your turn, Jarhead! (slaps him, Buzzcut becomes furious) Buzzcut: You just made a fatal mistake, Mr. Candyass! I hope you know something about hand-to-hand combat! Mr. Candy: Oh, you're going down, soldier boy! (tries to hit him, but Buzzcut kicks him in the head)

Mr. Candy: I want you to give me everything you've got in your pocket. Butt-head: Hey Beavis, he wants what's in your pocket. Beavis: He's a pocket fisherman.