A secret code on Mortal Kombat allows you to play dueling Mrs. Doubtfires!

"Cousin Balki is back and he's a bad ass assasin this fall in 'Killing Perfect Strangers!'"

"We've got a little something to tell you guys... don't eat the brown hotdogs... anyway... GO TEAM! GO! FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!"

Once they're dead, you can do anything you want with them. Seig heil! Seig heil! See? They don't complain or anything!

"Geez... why won't the boys ever invite me when they go out to beat up on minorities?"

Well that oughta' teach Little Billy to make snow angels in the driveway

"Pull!" *BLAM!* "Pull!" *BLAM!* "Delicious!" How Charlton Heston eats a Reese's.

This remake of "Total Recall" sure is cheap. Look at the three-breasted hooker!

"I tell you, had to be some sick ballerina mice to lynch all these Nutcrackers!" "Sweet!" "Very funny..."

Chad, not content to have photos of his family on his desk, cloned them all and had the resulting offspring genetically shrunk and then stuffed and mounted.

My God! I think his armpit hair's formed a union! OR "Nope! No midget sex in here! Go away!"

"Dad! That's my Huffy dirtbike!" "I need it for the road son... the blacktop beckons." "Dad! It's a DIRTBIKE! Come back here!" "Take care of my woman... VROOM!"

HOLES, I LOVE HOLES... ahhhhhAHAHAHAHAHA!

"I don't think my attorney is right... I don't really need counseling... do I, Mr. Fist of Satan?" *SQUEAKY VOICE* "No sir!" "Righto! Off to the titty bar..."

We never could figure out why using turtles to deliver pizza never caught on.