Beavis and Butthead Do America Mr. Van Driessen: Now Butt-Head, please make your report about a figure in American history.
Butt-Head: Uhh. Okay. Uhh, my report is, uhh, my report is about the time I kicked Beavis in the nads and he was, like, passed out all day.

Beavis and Butthead Do America Mr. Anderson: Large fries, pie, large coffie NOW.
Butt-Head: Uhh...
Mr. Anderson: I didn't order uhh.

Beavis and Butthead Do America Butt-head: Uhh...who's this?
Beavis: This is Buk-a-hey!
Butt-head: Uhh, okay.

Boy Meets World Eric: [typing a college recommendation letter] "So, in conclusion, Eric Matthews is really really really smart, really really really nice, and really really really good for your school. Really. Sincerely, George...Mmmm Millhouse Feeny. Princip... uhh princip- princip...uhh... Head Guy."

Metalocalypse Nathan: What kind of church is this?
Pickles: This is the, uhh, Church of the Atheists.
Nathan: Oh, uhh, what does that mean?
Pickles: Oh, uhh, it means that they don't believe in, uhh, God.
Nathan: Oh, like Skwisgaar or Toki?
Skwisgaar: No we are Nihilists, we don't believe in anything.
Nathan: Can't a Nihilist also not believe in god, too?
Skwisgaar: Uhhh, I don't know.
Murderface: Shhh! Quiet!
Atheist Priest: Oh, God, whom we do not believe in, let us all not pray for you whom does not exist in any rational realm...

Beavis and Butthead Do America Butt-head: Uhh...what seems to be the problem there, Beavis?
Beavis: My thingie itches. It's like the wrong color or something...check it out.
Butt-head: Uhh...no thanks, Beavis.
Beavis: (continuing to scratch his pubic area) Ow, rrr, ehh! Ahh!

Saving Silverman Wayne: Dude, you don't want a chick who'd fuck a mime.
J.D.: Yea, what does a mime even look like when it's having sex? It's probably like "Uhh..uhh... I'm a mime."
Wayne: Dude, mimes don't talk.
J.D.: They do when they're... off duty.

Metalocalypse Pickles: Dude, anyone got any SPF? I'm uh, very Irish... American.
Johnson: Real bluesman get a sun burn! Now go on Nathan, you can give Murderface them blues!
Nathan: Okay, uh, alright alright. Uh, hey dog-face! Why don't you go... eat some dog food... eat your own throw up cause you're a dog-face!
Murderface: Jeez, Nathan, you're a lil' below the belt, I guess I really do have a dog-face. Maybe I should throw up and eat it!
Johnson: Good! Now you're feelin' them blues! You go on now Murderface!
Murderface: Okay, uhh, hey uhh thin-lips, uhh, why don't you go uhh, make out with uhh, Glenn Close and uhh, go bring her to the Acadamy Awards, shove it up your fucking ass, that's great!
Nathan: Maybe you're right. Maybe I should use my crappy thin lips and make out with Glenn Close.

Deuce Bigalow Male Gigolo Bartender: There you go. That's uhh... $11.50.
Deuce: Ahh. No, no. Perhaps you misunderstood me. I wish to cancel my original order of the martini and two olives, and go for just the plain cranberry juice, by itself, for the $3.00. And I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused you.
Bartender: Ahh, perhaps you don't understand. Ahh... if you don't pay me now, I'm going to uhh... take this swizzle stick, and uhh... I'll be shoving that right up your pee-hole.

ReBoot Dot: Uhh!