Bill: I don't know, Hank. General Patton's toilet would definitely be in my top three places where I'd like to get flushed. Right behind the one Elvis died on and yours.
Dale (via walkie-talkie): I want my skeleton to be dismantled and sent in a box to Singapore to be re-mantled.
Hank: Dang it, Dale! If you're gonna participate in the discussion you have to be here in person.
Dale: No can do. Not as long as what's-his-fat is there.
Bill: According to our agreement I have the alley from 3:00 to 5:00 p.m. Kahn said it's within my legal right to pull his batteries out at any time.
Hank: Relax, Bill.
Dale: So when do you and I and not Bill leave, Hank? I've got my flushing arm ready.
Bill: What? Why does Dale get to go flush the colonel?! I hate Dale. We all hate Dale!
Hank: Dang it, I've had enough of this. Neither of you are going. Boomhauer, we leave tonight.
Boomhauer: Dang ol' yo, man.