King of The Hill

Lucky: Come on, Bobby, your dad asked us to gather as much Ladybird poop as we can find. We're moving out at 2100 hours. I don't know how many o'clocks that is, but we'll figure it out together.

Hank (as Bobby destroyed his dad's 'false idol', a paper mache Uncle Sam): Now, this is all that remains of Uncle Sam. But it's enough to see that the people of Milton Street are barbarians. And now, though I'm reluctant to do so, I'm turning it over to Dale, an expert in counter-attacks.

Bobby: Lucky's church was great! We pulled down the devil's pants and spanked his evil red butt. How was your church, Dad? Hank: Well, I didn't make it to services this morning, Bobby. I was kinda busy here. Bobby: You chose Uncle Sam over worshipping our Lord and Savior? Interesting.

Hank: Peggy, just to make sure we out-do Heck Dorland, me and the guys are heading out to John Redcorn's fireworks stand. Now, I know it's dangerous, but now is not the time to play it safe. Peggy: All right then. Be careful. Bobby: Mom, I'm gonna be home late. I got to spread the good word and reach into the fires of hell with Jesus's oven mitts and save a few souls from getting extra crispy! Peggy: All right then. Be careful.

Bobby: Hey, guys, guess what? I've been saved! The preacher said I was in a bad place, and if I didn't change, the devil would burn all my skin off. Hank: Well, all right, Bobby. Sounds like they talked some sense into you. Bobby: They sure did. I'm gonna go clean my room now. You can't be pure of heart if you're not pure of room. Good night and G-d bless.

Bill: I think it's great how our hate for other people brings us together. I love you guys.

Luanne: I don't want Bobby to steal my baby and use her to buy pizza!