Dale: "You and your mom are hillbillies. This is a house of learned doctors."
Brennan: "You're not a doctor. You're a big, fat, curly-headed bleep."
Dale: "Oh, yeah?"
Dale: "I'm a curly-headed bleep?"
Brennan: "Yeah. You better not go to sleep. As soon as your eyes shut, I'm gonna punch you square in the face."
Dale: "I hope you stay still when you sleep, because I'm putting a rat trap between your legs."
Brennan: "I'm gonna take a pillowcase and fill it full of bars of soap and beat the shit out of you."
Dale: "I want you out of my bleeping house."
Brennan: "No way, kemosabe, this is my house now."