From the mouth of Troy:

My clothes aren't a statement. I simply use them to cover my genitalia. It's a law you know.

From the mouth of Troy:

Truth is crude. Lies are warm and pretty. We make women wear them all over their face. I prefer crude.

From the mouth of Troy:

Baby, you know I can't afford a night at the Ritz, but with this jug of wine we can make magic in the back of my Corolla.

From the mouth of Troy:

If monkeys fly out of your butt, it makes me wonder what you were eating. Did you find a little baby winged monkeys to eat? If so, I'd like to try some.