Love the show. Am definitely going to miss it. Lots of great characters and well-written, with some of the best voice talent in the business.... but the jewel in all of it was Dale Gribble.
I'ma miss that guy the most.
Gribbleisms:
(speaking to the Harmoniholics)
You people make me envy the deaf and the blind!
(To Peggy, on the phone)
You don't know who I am, but I know where you live. And if you teach that class, Sex Ed Teacher, I will make you pay.
If you want, I can teach you how to make a bomb out of a toilet paper roll and a stick of dynamite.
Nancy, you been going to that healer for twelve years, and you still get headaches every night.
I killed eight gophers last year and a purebred Tennesse walking horse that was looking at me funny.
I tell you what it is. It's your quote un-quote pollution control. I heard on talk radio you don't even need 'em. It's just the latest nazi government plot. Open your eyes, man, they're trying to control Global Warming. Get it Global. That's U.N. Commissars code for telling us what the temperature is gonna be in our outdoors. Let it warm up I say. See what Butchros Butchros Ghali Ghali thinks of that. We'll grow oranges in Alaska.
Enacted in 1966, the Freedom of Information Act ? or FOIA ? gives any citizen the right to request access to federal agency records or information. It's what I used when I took on the IRS for disallowing my status as a tax-exempt church.
If Peggy wants to screw something up, why doesn't she just stick to Bobby?
(talking to Hank about Hank and Peggy's 20th anniversary)
20 years. If your marriage was a murderer it would be out by now.
Look how straight the lines are on the highway. A man could get highway hypnosis like that.
Gun's don't kill people. The Government does.
Whoa! Hold on, son! I want you to keep an open mind so you can make an informed decision! If you want, you can read a bloated government report on smoking, or go straight to the horse's mouth and get the facts from the tobacco industry.
Whatcha got under the foil, Mr. Party Pooper? Some party poop?
Oh man. What kind of lefty hootenanny is this?
What happens if my tee shot lands on a bird's back and he carries it out of bounds but then is attacked by a larger bird who grabs the ball and drops it in the hole? Is that still a hole in one? 'Cause that's how I'm gonna play it.
Boil up some Mountain Dew; it's gonna be a long night.
I thank my father every day for all the tricks he played on me. He taught me the most wonderful lesson a child can learn: Never trust nobody. That's how I know Bob Dole's faking that dead arm.
If I wanted to watch my wife on Super Bowl Sunday, I would've married Fran Tarkenton.
That is the feces that is created when shame eats too much stupid!
... sounds like helicopters. UN helicopters.
If all you're goin' on is my confession, forget it, I'm simply not credible.
By now your name and particulars have been fed into every laptop, desktop, mainframe and supermarket scanner that collectively make up the global information conspiracy, otherwise known as "The Beast."
TV sets are getting smaller and smaller, and bigger and bigger. Soon the medium-sized set will be a thing of the past.
(pretending to be an environmentalist)
Earth first. Make Mars our bitch.
(talking about John Redcorn's Band)
They've got a super boffo Bachman-Turner Overdrive meets Deep Purple versus ELO kind of sound.
Computers don't make errors. What they do, they do on purpose.
This is a great gun-selling location... How 'bout it Peggy? Can I sell guns at this location? I have literally oodles of guns at home.
On Keyboard, The Big D...Rusty Shackleford!
Bill!! Bill, you have to be the stupidest man on the planet to think this is a good idea! Have you seen what you're wearing?! That outfit makes you look like a sequined train wreck! Look at you!! You're part of a twelve-headed Jackass! This chorus is the feces that is produced when shame eats too much stupidity! You people make me envy the deaf and the blind!
(In response to Hank telling Bobby he can't be a quitter.)
Hell, I ain't no quitter. I've been smoking for 30 years.
The aliens impregnated Nancy!
(Talking about global warming)
That's code for UN commissars telling Americans what the temperature's going to be in our outdoors. I say let the world warm up. Let's see what Boutros Boutros Ghali Ghali has to say about that. We'll grow oranges in Alaska!
You and I may be acquainted but we are not traveling companions. I am merely here to enjoy Earth Day and play some hacky-sack.
Can you mow your lawn in a hurricane?
(Talking to Hank)
I'm gonna take your blood and replace it with my rabies infested blood and gain your knowledge of propane and propane acccessories and take over the world!!
RIP King of the Hill.
