Tagline: "Where did I put my pantyhose?" -Bobby (imitating Hank)
Luanne does not appear in this episode.
When Dale is reporting Hank for defacing a flag, he looks out his window across the street to look at Hank, but Hank is his next door neighbour. No way he could have had that angle.
When Hank is reading the information on his license he says weight and then sex, but on the card sex is on top of weight, so he should have either a) said it first, b) at least notice it as he read down the list.
At the end of the episode, when Hank signs his interim driver's license, you can see that his zip code is 73104. This zip code is actually in Oklahoma City, OK.
Hank's license says he weighs 220. Previously, in "Lupe's Revenge", it said 197. It doesn't look like he's gained 23 pounds, but 220 is more accurate for someone with his muscle and fat.
It seems that at the end of the episode Dale takes Hank home. But Hank would have driven himself there. It doesn't make sense for him to leave his truck there.
Hank: (angry at Dale, who is on his roof) I've already proven I can kick your ass on a ladder!
Bobby: If you really were a woman, that would make you and Mom lesbians.
Hank: That's it, the cable's gone!
Peggy: Are you going to wear that, Hank? Because I have a little purse that would look great with . . .
Hank: Peggy, living room!
Hank: After the stunt you just pulled, we are no longer friends.
Dale: Fine. Nancy doesn't approve of me having lady friends anyway.
Dale: I've never been able to say this in my whole life, but as of 2:00pm yesterday, I am a taxpayer. And I demand $36 worth of service!
Conspiracy Theorist: Kennedy wasn't killed at all! He dropped out of a false bottom in the limo and is now an easy-listening DJ in northern Michigan!
Dale: Office of Homeland Security? Wow, is this Tom Ridge? Oh. Hello Jeff! I would like to report an anti-American. My neighbor is making inflammatory remarks about the government, and is defacing an American flag as we speak.
DPS employee: Now if you'll just step aside, ma'am.
DPS employee: I can't get sued if I call you what's on the license.
DPS employee: We just don't change driver's licenses anymore. Oh, I'll admit in the old days, we used to take pictures of donkeys or anything for a laugh, but all that changed when the DPS became a division of the Office of Homeland Security.
Hank: Uh, I just got my driver's license in the male and it says I'm a female.
DPS employee: And how can I help you?
Hank: Well, I'm clearly not one.
DPS employee: Then why did you mark "F" on your application?
Bobby: Could you imagine, Dad a woman? Now where did I put my pantyhose?
Hank: Bobby, living room!
Hank: Hank R. Hill...Eyes--brown, yes sir; weight--220, and dang proud of it; sex...F? That's female!
(Peggy and Bobby break out in uncontrollable laughter)
Hank: I sure hope my new driver's license finally shows up; I hear the new security holograms are outstanding.
Kindly Old Mailman: I didn't forget you, Mr. Gribble.
Dale: How did you know my name? Go to hell.
Hank: What if I died in some car accident, and because of my license, they put me in the lady's morgue? You can bet that'd wind up on the news.
Dale: The U.S. Postal Service is bogged down in the most elaborate sciops campaign in history. First they fatten us up with all those two-for-one pizza coupons. Then, when we're too logy to put up a fight, they sell us off to the Red Cross, who removes our kidneys which go back on the pizzas, to start the process all over again.
Hank: Did you mean for all those words to come out together? Or did they just fall out randomly?
Homeland Security Guy: It could've been anyone, it could've been no one...
(Bobby walks in wearing a cape and top hat, and eating a fruit pie)
Homeland Security Guy: It probably wasn't him.
Dale(To Joseph): How about I read you a story? Just like I used to, before you got a moustache and became so frightening. Here we go, the greatest fairy tale ever told. It's got everything: the Prince of Camelot; rubies, and magic bullets.
Dale: Okay, so, heading west, the grassy knoll is in front of Kennedy; the book depository is behind him, but, but that makes sense. It can't make sense, it's the Warren Commission Report, for God's sake.
Dale: If they were right about Kennedy, maybe we really did go to the moon.
The song playing during the Dale montage is "God Bless The USA" by Lee Greenwood.
Title pun: Hail to the chief.
An allusion to the President of the United States entrance music.
Dale: It can't make sense, it's the Warren Commission Report, for God's sake.
The Warren Commission, which was chaired by U.S. Supreme Court Chief Justice Earl Warren, was formed to investigate the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. The final report concluded that Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone in assassinating the president and that there was no conspiracy. However, conspiracy theorists (like Dale) have dismissed the results as complete nonsense.
Dale: ...the greatest fairy tale ever told. It's got everything: the Prince of Camelot; rubies, and magic bullets.
The Prince of Camelot - John F. Kennedy
Rubies - Jack Ruby, nightclub owner who killed Lee Harvey Oswald
Magic Bullets - Conspiracy theorists use this term to describe the fatal bullet, explaining that the bullet's trajectory would have to be magic to follow the zig-zag path it took