Ron: "Hello, neighbor."
Angry Biker: "Did you just throw a burrito out your window, huh?"
Ron: "I believe I did."
Angry Biker: "What, are you high or something? Did you see what happened?"
Ron: "I did see. That was a terrific little spill. That's quite a rasberry."
Ron: "I'm gonna punch you in the ovary. That's what I'm gonna do. A straight shot."
Veronica: "Ooh, ow."
Ron: "Right to the baby-maker."
Veronica: "Ah, jazz flute is for little fairy boys."
Ron: "Okay, you know what? That's uncalled for. I can't work with this woman."
Ron: "Boy, that escalated quickly. I mean, that really got out of hand fast."
Champ: "It jumped up a notch."
Ron: "It did, didn't it?"
Brick: "Yeah, I stabbed a man in the heart."
Ron: "I saw that. Brick killed a guy. Did you throw a trident?"
Brick: "Yeah. There were horses and a man on fire and I killed a guy with a trident."
Ron: "Brick, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. You should find yourself a safehouse or a relative close by. Lay low for a while, because you're probably wanted for murder."
Veronica: "From the entire channel four news team, I'm Veronica Corningstone."
Ron: "And I'm Ron Burgundy. Go fuck yourself, San Diego."
Garth: "Ron, why did you say that? Why? Why, Ron, why? You're my hero, Ron."
Ron: "Garth, I--"
Garth: "You come out with stink like that. Poop! You poop mouth. Get all that poop out of your mouth."
Ron: "I will not eat cat poop!"
Ron Burgundy: Last time I checked, my name was Ron Burgundy! What's yours?
Brian Fantana: Brian Fantana!
Champ Kind: Champ Kind!
Brick Tamland: Brian Fantana...
Brian Fantana: No, you're Brick.
(Luke Wilson) - I'm gonna straight up murder your ass! (Tim Robbins cuts his arm off). Aauugh! God! No! I did not see that coming!
(Luke Wilson) - The bears have descended on the newsteam and it's not going well. Clearly after today I will no longer (bear rips his other arm off)...come on! Aww God! It's getting to be ri-god-damn-diculous!