Wendell quotes from Frisky Dingo

Cody's down!

You do not fuck with the department of labor!

I just killed a man for her; she don't even know my name. High school all over again.

You ever taken a dump and you throw up on your dick? (Sees the baby has eaten part of Antagone) Bad Cody II!

(taking off his belt) We are about to establish some boundaries.

Cody II is down!

I need an ambulance... [coughs]

I'll call you a Hearse. This is for Cody. [shoots a news crew member]

Dude, what are you doing?

Ummm.... here hold this.

Cody! What did you do! What did you do! You're going down for this Cody!

(To Camera-man) Hey! Isn't that rival documentarian Michael Moore's fat ass?

what? where?

just, look... Just, Point the camera over there.

Huh?

Cheese and rice, he shot himself! [There is a pause.] With my gun somehow.

[Observing the campaign bus for the first time} Wendell, you've outdone yourself!

Well, now I know how Diego Rivera must have felt when he was banging Frida Kahlo. Tea bagging the unibrow.

If there's a few bucks left over, you know, go get something nice.

[into phone] Yeah, hey I'd like a $9,000 prostitute, please. Oh, do you have nine $1,000 ones? Yeah, good, and if you got an albino, send her up too. In 20 minutes, I'm gonna be asleep, so get 'em up here. [Hangs up] Had, like, half a bottle of melatonin, six beers, this whole fucking bucket of chicken--the sandman is comin'.

Don't you have any sodding leads?

[holding panties] Just these, I guess the assassin must've dropped them.

[whispering, hidden in closet] Damn it!

Which... [inhaling deeply from panties] actually might just be a red herring.

You couldn't pour pee out of a boot if the directions were on the heel.

Woman, they had pricing tiers!

Oh, go tell it to your albino whores.

I...will not even dignify that with a response.

Yeah, please don't.

[Wendell is visiting Cody in jail. Cody has the appearance of a stereotypical 'prison bitch'.] So, you think you could move some product in here?

[sighs] I'll...have to check with Gary.

Who the hell's Gary? [long pause as Cody looks down] Ohhh.

There's no record of you ever working for the Department of Labor.

Well, duh! I was on loan from the CIA.

Yeah, we contacted them too, and they won't confirm or deny your story.

That's the beauty of it--nobody knows if I worked there or not.

So, yeah. This is, uh... I'm undercover.

Undercover for what?

Uh, aiy... Wendell's volunteered to look into some new fundraising avenues.

Yeeeep! Commence Operation: Meth Nazi!

Operation WHAT?

Wendell!

Oi!

I...don't have a great feeling about this.

Oh, grow up. Do you know how many American politicians are funded by the Neo-Nazis?

Wh...shut up.

My God, there's Congressman [bleep], and Senator [bleep], not to mention Vice-[bleep] [bleep].

Going to bleep those, I hope.

This must be the right place then, 'cause I am lookin' at two right now. Ah-ooga, I'm kidding. Did you guys bring the stuff?

Stuff...

Wait a minute, Gary sent you guys, right?

Oh, Gary! [nudging Ronnie]

Gary, you mean G-Money. We know that guy. Sent us here.

To you, from...somewhere else.

Well then...[revving scooter] get on the scooter!