Jean Girard: Bon. So, what if you just said: "I love really thin pancakes"? That is a fair compromise, no?
Kyle: That is a fair compromise.
Herschell: Very fair, actually.
Ricky Bobby: No! Because then everyone would know I really meant crepes!
Kyle: That's actually a pretty good compromise right there.
Jean Girard: Hakuna Matata, bitches!
Ricky Bobby: We? No, we are not French. We're American, because you're in America, okay? Greatest country on the planet
Jean Girard: Well, what have you given the world apart from George Bush, Cheerios, and the ThighMaster?
Ricky Bobby: Chinese food?
Cal Naughton, Jr.: Chinese food.
Jean Girard: That's from China.
Ricky Bobby: Pizza.
Jean Girard: Italy.
Cal Naughton, Jr.: Chimichanga.
Jean Girard: Mexico.
Ricky Bobby: Really, smarty-pants? What did French land give us?
Jean Girard: We invented democracy, existentialism, and the ménage à trois.
Cal Naughton, Jr.: Those are three pretty good things.
Ricky Bobby: Hey.
Cal Naughton, Jr.: Well that last one's pretty cool
Ricky Bobby: Wow. I feel like I'm Highlander!
Jean Girard: [Jean chuckles, confused] What is the Highlander?
Ricky Bobby: It's a movie. It won the Academy Award.
Jean Girard: Oh for what?
Ricky Bobby: Best movie ever made.
Ricky Bobby: Nobody plays jazz at the Pit Stop!
Jean Girard: Then why is the song on the jukebox?
Bartender: We use it for profiling purposes. We also have the Pet Shop Boys and Seal.
Jean Girard: "They are like twins, born from different wombs."
Ricky: "Right."
Jean Girard: "They are God's most beautiful mistake."
Ricky: "Uh-huh."
Jean Girard: "They do everything together. Everything. They read the same books. They do Pilates together."
Ricky: "Uh-huh."
Jean Girard: "They walk, talk, sleep, even go make toilet."
Ricky: "Okay, you know, you're starting to creep me out, man."
Jean Girard: "A single plop."
Breeze: "One single plop."
Ricky: "I don't need to hear about them doing a toilet."
Jean Girard: "You want more examples?"
Ricky: "No, you listed like 8000."
Jean Girard: "Less than that."
Ricky: "Look, it's none of my business."
Jean Girard: "More like, I don't know, between five and ten."
