الرجال ذي الحلل السوداء II

About to lay the smack-down on your candy ass! (In homage to The Rock)

[after Frank the Pug suggests the "good cop, bad cop thing"] How about we do the good cop, dumb dog thing, and you just shut up?

Man, tell it to the hand.

[After the Worms accidentally shut down the MIB headquarters upon him and K taking it back] WORMS!!

Yeah, every Saturday night you'd be like, "Flush me J., Flush me." and I'd be like, "Naw."

[after seeing the Grand Central Station Locker Creatures’ ”large adult entertainment section”] That's just nasty.

Silly little planet. I could rule the place with the right set of mammary glands.

Here's the deal. I lose, you lose. I win, everything keeps spinning.

Oh, yummy. Someone I need to eat.

Jeebs: (head is growing back after J shot it off) Oh, great, right in the pie-hole! Now nuttin’s gonna taste right!

Frank the Pug: (upon seeing Ben's skin only) Hey, J, zero percent body fat! (Homage to Lara Flynn Boyle.)

Worms: Once you've had worm, that’s what you'll yearn!

[to Jeff] Sweet dreams, big boy!

An hour ago, a man I've known my whole life vanished in front of my eyes because of a woman with things coming out of her fingers and a two-headed guy with the IQ of a cannoli. So yeah, everything's okay.

When we're kids, before we're taught how to think, or what to believe, our hearts tell us there is something else out there. I know what I saw. You tell me what I'm supposed to believe.

Jeff, excuse my partner. He's new and he's... [Jeff attacks T]...kinda stupid.

Transit Authority, people! We need to move to the forward car, there's a bug in the electrical system. [passengers ignore him] Yo! People! We got a bug in the electrical system!

It's nice. Sleep late on the weekends. Watch the Weather Channel. I did miss this city.

I never worked in a funeral home. Somethin’ I can do for you, Slick?

Get a mop, and escort all civilian personnel from this site immediately. [After coffee has been spilt at the post office.]