- Peggy Hill: I do not know what I hate more about you, the way you talk to me or the way you treat your wife and your little child.
- Cotton Hill: Well, think about it.
- Cotton Hill: I'll be marchin' here in Arlen with my war buddies, Topsy, Brooklyn, Fat Brooklyn, and of course Irwin Linker.
- Hank Hill: What happened to Lucky?
- Cotton Hill: Dead.
- Cotton Hill: Now you listen to me, Junior. I led a platoon of men through the jungles of Saipan. I think I can lead a party of 4 to table 6.