Tuna Salad Guy: They're serving tuna salad for lunch! Tuna salad for LUNCH!
Tommy Collins: Judge Ito! Have some of my burrito
Tommy Collins: If a small taco is a taquito, then a small judge... must be a Judge Ito!
Tommy Collins: Run O.J. Run... OWWWWWW
Mrs. Collins: [brining breakfest to Tommy] Wakey wakey, Eggs and Bacey, Time to get up puddin'
Tommy Collins: [Upon finding his jury summons in the dumpster] Aha! Court is now in session.
Judge Powell: [Tommy approaches the judge] What in God's name are you doing here?
Tommy Collins: Your honor. I don't think it's fair that you guys get to have your own little powwow over here, while we can't listen. We have to hear, too, for information.
Judge Powell: You're a juror. Get back in that box!
Tommy Collins: Why'd you do it, Frank? Or should I call you the Psycho Environmentalist Killer?
Frank: My mother always called me Billy... I'll tell you why I did it. I'm only hastening the inevitable. Mother Earth needs to cleanse herself. We're all gonna' burn in a fiery hell! Oh, God, can't you see? There's no hope!
Tommy Collins: Aren't *you* a ray of sunshine.
Harry: [Talking to Tommy on the bus] Don't forget, kid, what Harry the Hot Tub King always says: It's not how *many* jets, it's where they're positioned.