Saturday Night Live Interviewer: Dog.
Mr. Wilson: Tree.
Interviewer: Fast.
Mr. Wilson: Slow.
Interviewer: Rain.
Mr. Wilson: Snow.
Interviewer: White.
Mr. Wilson:...Black.
Interviewer: Bean.
Mr. Wilson: Pod.
Interviewer: Negro.
Mr. Wilson: Whitey(!).
Interviewer: Tarbaby.
Mr. Wilson: [pause] What'd you say?
Interviewer: Tarbaby.
Mr. Wilson: Okay.
Interviewer: Colored.
Mr. Wilson: Redneck.
Interviewer: Jungle bunny.
Mr. Wilson: Peckerwood!
Interviewer: Burrhead!
Mr. Wilson: Cracker!
Interviewer: Spearchucker!
Mr. Wilson: White trash!
Interviewer: Jungle Bunny!
Mr. Wilson: Honky!
Interviewer: Spade!
Mr. Wilson:... Honky Honky!
Interviewer: Nigger!
Mr. Wilson: Dead honky!

NewsRadio Mr. James: Hey Dave.
Dave: Hey Mr. James.
Mr. James: Something troubling you?
Dave: Yeah.
Mr. James: Work related?
Dave: No.
Mr. James: Girl?
Dave: Yeah.
Mr. James: Lisa?
Dave: Between you and me?
Mr. James: Yes.
Dave: Yes.
Mr. James: Problem?
Dave: Big fight.
Mr. James: Due to?
Dave: Argument.
Mr. James: Issue?
Dave: Temper.
Mr. James: Hers?
Dave: Mine.
Mr. James: Hit her?
Dave: No!
Mr. James: Throw something?
Dave: No.
Mr. James: Call her a name?
Dave: Yes.
Mr. James: What?
Dave: B-word.
Mr. James: Bitch?
Dave: Yes.
Mr. James: Hot dog, now you're talkin'!

Diamonds Are Forever [Mr. Wint and Mr. Kidd have sealed Bond into a coffin and observe it rolling into the crematorium furnace at Slumber Inc.]
Mr. Wint: Very......moving.
Mr. Kidd: Heartwarming, Mr. Wint.
Mr. Wint: A glowing tribute, Mr. Kidd!

South Park Mr. Garrison: Hello children, how is your summer going?
Stan: Summer sucks ass, Mr. Garrison.
Kyle: Hey, have you found Mr. Hat yet?
Mr. Garrison: Oh, oh, that old thing? Why, I almost forgot he was gone. I don't need Mr. Hat.
Stan: That's good.
Mr. Garrison: Mr. Hat is just a puppet.
Kyle: Yep.
Mr. Garrison: Mr. Hat isn't real.
Stan: Right.

Saturday Night Live Todd: Mr. Brighton? Did I sent you the letter?
Mr. Brighton: I don't know.
Todd: Because I forgot to stamp it!
[Todd crushed Mr. Brighton's toes with his foot]
Lisa Loopner: Your fly's open, Mr. Brighton.
Mr. Brighton: [fuming] YES, I KNOW!
[Mr. Brighton left the Loopner household abruptly]

South Park Mr. Garrison: Great party, Mr. Mackey. Mr. Hat just grabbed Principal Victoria's ass.

Storm Hawks [Mr. Cheepers has turned into a Gorge Sloth]
Junko: Don't you remember me, Mr. Cheepers? I cared for you! You were my friend!
[Mr. Cheepers roars at Junko]
Junko: Mr. Cheepers! No!
[A meat-eating plant eats Mr. Cheepers]
Junko: Oh yeah? Well, you were a lousy pet, Mr. Cheepers!

My Hero Mrs Raven: There is no Mr. Right. There's only Mr. Crap, Mr. Tit and their friend Mr. Total Tosser! The only good place for a man's on a mortuary slab.

Dark City [Mr. Hand has been imprinted with Murdoch's memories]
Mr. Book: Is it done?
Mr. Hand: Oh, yes, Mr. Book. I have John Murdoch in mind.

Venture Bros., The Mr Doe: (holding out his hand) Jonas Venture Jr?
Jonas Venture Jr: (folding his arms) I am. And who are the dead men I'm speaking to?
Mr Doe: That's a joke.
Mr Cardholder: Regular cut-up.
Mr Doe: Should give him a reality show.
Mr Cardholder: I'd watch it.
Mr Doe: I'd watch it twice.
Mr Cardholder: Even if Flava Flav was in it.