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King of the Hill (season 3)


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The following is a list of quotes from the third season King of the Hill.

Death of a Propane Salesman [3.1]Edit

Dale talking to an investigator at the scene.

Dale Gribble: Find the body yet, Quincy?
Investigator: We have some remains that we're analyzing, you needn't concern yourself.
Dale Gribble: Oh, I needn't, shouldn't I? And maybe I should not know that all Mega Lo Mart employees have a five thousand dollar insurance policy.
Investigator: That's nonsense. This is a very straightforward investigation.
Dale Gribble: Heh, that's what they want you to think.
Investigator: Sir, we are they.

[Dale twitches surprised and runs away]


Luanne Platter: (reference a picture of Bobby, in his underwear, grabbing a fry off the kitchen table while standing up to speak at Buckley's funeral) This is what a starving Irish child looks like! Fight the occupation! Fight the Oc-cu-pa-tion!

And They Call It Bobby Love [3.2]Edit

Bobby: (With his pants pulled up, in heavy Yiddish accent) "What are you talkin' about?"

Peggy's Headache [3.3]Edit

Peggy is trying to think of new musings for the local newspaper.

Peggy Hill: Mix pineapple juice and club soda, and you've got yourself a big bucket of crap.

From Peggy's newspaper article.

Peggy Hill: You hear the expression "Lie like a dog" so much it is almost a cliché.

Peggy Hill: Well, well, well Jo-hon Redcorn.
John Redcorn: Oh, Peggy. Nancy's headache's very severe this morning, um... must be the pollen.
Peggy Hill: Well, well, well.
John Redcorn: Well.
Peggy Hill: Jo-hon Redcorn.
John Redcorn: Pe-eggy Hill.

Pregnant Paws [3.4]Edit

Next of Shin [3.5]Edit

Peggy's Pageant Fever [3.6]Edit

Nine Pretty Darn Angry Men [3.7]Edit

Cotton Hill: Tilly! Did you make this Stuffin'? 'CAUSE IT TASTES LIKE GARBAGE!
Hank Hill: (in a worried tone) Uh, Dad?
Cotton Hill: Did I ever tell you about the time she tried to poison me with a baked Chicken?
Tilly Hill: (sighs) It was Chicken Almondine.
Cotton Hill: IT WAS CYANIDE, WOMAN!
Hank Hill: (exasperated) Dad, could you please show Mom some respect while Bobby's in the room?
Cotton Hill: You heard him, Bobby. Leave the room! (Bobby gets up to leave the room)
Hank Hill: (frustrated) Sit down.
Bobby Hill: Grandpa, could you at least respect Grandmom until we get to dessert?
Cotton Hill: Didi's your Grandmom too, Bobby..... Your pretty Grandmom! 'Course, bad as Tilly was in the Kitchen, she was even worse in the Bedroom! (Everyone is shocked, Tilly is especially mortified) I Said.... The Woman was lousy in the sack.

(Long silence as everyone looks at Hank, who just looks down in fear. Hilly sighs in frustration)

Bill Dauterive: (tapping glass with knife then getting up to propose a toast) To the Stuffing! Might taste like Garbage, but it sure fills you up!

Cotton Hill: I'm goin' down to the corn dog shack to watch the girlies make lem-o-nade.

Good Hill Hunting [3.8]Edit

Pretty, Pretty Dresses [3.9]Edit

Bill: (in falsetto voice) Why do you keep calling me "Bill?"

Hank Hill: Bill, can't you see that this whole Lenore thing is your problem? The iguana, these presents, this old tree, get rid of the stuff!
Bill Dauterive: No! No, I couldn't. I couldn't. See, when, when she comes back--
Hank Hill: She's never comin' back, it's so obvious. She doesn't want this stupid stocking!

A Fire Fighting We Will Go [3.10]Edit

[Bill arrives in the alley on a fire truckand runs towards Hank, Dale, and Boomhauer.]

Bill: I'm a fireman! I'm a... [trips over cooler] ...hudafu.

Hank Hill: "Heck, I thought I'd go ahead and sharpen all the axes."
Dale Gribble: (singing) Hank's a lumberjack and he's okay...

[The firemen are sitting at the station.]

Cheat Elderson: [to Dale] Hey, shades. Plug in my Alamo sign, will you?
Hank Hill: Better not, Dale. It doesn't work right, remember?
Dale Gribble: [as he sings, he sits back and tries to plug in the sign.] (singing) Be-a-bay, be-e-be, be-i-bickey-bi-be-o-bo-bickey-bi-bo--

[Hank snatches the cord away from him.]

Hank Hill: I said "not to."
Dale Gribble: Be-u-bu...

[Hank walks in the room with a food dish.]

Dale Gribble: Whatd'ya got under the foil, Mr. Party Pooper, some party poop?

[Boomhauer is telling the Chief what happened in his P.O.V., everyone except him is talking Boomhauer-style]

Dale Gribble: Yeah, man, I tell you what, man, dang ol' detector, man, government take away freedom of smoke, talkin' 'bout yo, man.
Hank Hill: Yeah, man, I tell you what, man, dang ol' boy ain't right, man, talkin' 'bout kick your ass, man.
Boomhauer: (speaking at normal spped very clearly) For God's sakes, Hank, act like an adult, man. And keep it down, guys, will you? I am trying to get through an article on vintage Camaros, and I've been on the same dang page for twenty minutes.
Bill: Dang ol' pretty pretty pizza, man, I tell you what.

Heck Dorland: I got bad news, men. Chet Elderson died. Natural causes. (Bill farts while his butt is hanging out the top of the fire pole) Oh, for cryin' out loud!

[Bill has just been hit in the face with a hot Frito pie]

Bill Dauterive: My face hurts.
Hank Hill: And it'll match your ass when I'm done kicking it!

To Spank, with Love [3.11]Edit

Three Coaches and a Bobby [3.12]Edit

Hank Hill: Bobby, I didn't think I'd ever need to tell you this, but I would be a bad parent if I didn't. Soccer was invented by European ladies to keep them busy while their husbands did the cooking.
Bobby Hill: Why do you hate what you don't understand?
Hank Hill: I don't hate you Bobby!
Bobby Hill: I was talking about soccer.
Hank Hill: Oh yeah, I hate soccer.

Coach Sauers: You little pantywads think you're ready to play the Wolves again? The Wolves eat razorblades for breakfast! Run, you bunch of pudgy-butted softies! Run, with your fancy sneakers, with pumps, valves and lights on the back that can set off a seizure! But what do you care? I ran around the world in a pair of Chuck Taylors for the love of pete! Take a salt tablet.

[Bobby is doing push-ups on the muddy grass.]

Bobby: Coach, I think I swallowed too much mud.
Coach Sauers: Take a salt tablet.

Coach Sauers: I'm gonna ride you guys so hard your gonna wish you were all dead! I'm gonna chew ya up spit ya out take a big dump on top of that and then i'm gonna get tough! LETS ROLLLLLLL EM OUT!

Hank Hill: Boys, the Welton Wolves have already left their mark on this bridge. Now, what does a cougar do when a wolf comes into his neck of the woods?
Bobby Hill: Beats him in football?
Hank Hill: Yeah, that's where I was gonna end up.

Hank Hill: God bless America on three...One...two...three

Team & Hank Hill: Gooooooood bless America!


Coach Sauers: Hey, butter ball, drag the body back!
Hank Hill: Soccer was invented by european housewives as a way to keep busy while their husbands did the cooking
Peggy Hill (To a group of soccer moms): If we were in Canada you ladies would be snooty Quebecoise.

De-Kahnstructing Henry [3.13]Edit

The Wedding of Bobby Hill [3.14]Edit

[Kahn sees the fake wedding between Luanne and Bobby and believes it is real]. Kahn Souphanousinphone: Minh, come quick! It's finally happening! Bobby Hillbilly marrying hillbilly cousin. You owe me five dollars. In your face!


Luanne Platter Kleinschmidt: Uncle Hank! Bobby's trying to get out of marrying me!
Hank Hill: Bobby, you cut that out!

Bobby: Mom! Dad! I've gotten Luanne pregnant!

[Both Hank and Peggy freeze in disbelieving shock]


[Peggy is dressing Bobby in his tuxedo for the fake wedding between him and Luanne]

Bobby: Mom! I don't want to do this!
Peggy: Well, of course you don't!

Sleight of Hank [3.15]Edit

Bobby: [Bobby is presenting Jesus' miracles in the form of a magic show] Now, for my next trick, I'm gonna need a large wooden cross and a couple of volunteers...
Hank & Peggy: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Escape from Party Island [3.17]Edit

Hank reads a bumper sticker

Hank: "How's my driving?" I'll tell you. Mom, get this number down. 1-800-EAT-SH... Uh, never mind.

Love Hurts and So Does Art [3.18]Edit

Bobby Hill: I've got gout!

Hank's Cowboy Movie [3.19]Edit

Dale: "I killed eight gophers last year and a purebred Tennessee walking horse that was looking at me funny."

Dog Dale Afternoon [3.20]Edit

Dale Gribble: Boil up some Mountain Dew; it's gonna be a long night.

Dale's alarm catches John Redcorn climbing on Dale's mower to go through Nancy's window. John Redcorn has been shot in the rear by the rigged B.B. rifle

Dale Gribble: I know what YOU'RE HERE FOR!
John Redcorn: Dale! This isn't how I want you to find out!
Dale Gribble: Quit screwing with my mower.
John Redcorn: You've got to be kidding!
Dale Gribble: I don't kid about my mower. Now, you get inside and start massaging my wife.
John Redcorn: (to Nancy) He's taking some of the fun out of this.

Dale Gribble: Hank, you were right! The Cubans have my mower!

Dale Gribble: What time is it, 3 AM, 4 AM?
Nancy Gribble: It's six.
Dale Gribble: A.M.?!
Nancy Gribble: No.
Dale Gribble: Oh. Is dinner ready?

Dale Gribble: They wanted to see me wet my pants from fear... but they're too late!

Hank Hill: You are officially the coolest.

Hank tells Dale to come down from a clock tower before someone gets hurt.

Dale Gribble: Too late, I killed Shackleford! (the police gasp) No...wait, correction, Shackleford wants a pizza.

Nancy Gribble: OK. I don't why you'd want to fool Dale like that. I mean, it's not hard. If you're someone he trusts. Hey, whatever turns you on, that's what I always say.

Revenge of the Lutefisk [3.21]Edit

Bobby Hill: I'd like a one-way ticket to Mexico por favor. That means 'today.'

Hank Hill: What's that smell?

Cotton Hill: Look for the man with the terrible smell!

Cotton Hill: I'm an old man. Everybody already hates me. But Bobby is just a child; he has his whole life ahead of him. ... If I could take a bullet for my grandson, I would. Just not in the face; that's how I make my livings.

Cotton Hill: Ah leave it to a woman to turn god's house into a love shack.

Cotton Hill: Did I hurt your feelings, stinky? Well, get used to it! 'Cause that's what people are gonna call you when they find out about this.
Hank Hill: Yeah, he's right. And they'll call him worse than that! They'll call him arsonist! That's what they'll be calling him in the case of The State of Texas vs. Bobby Hill.

Wings of the Dope [3.23]Edit

Dale: (After a trampoline falls on his foot) Aah! This is a sign that we have been playing God with Buckley's trampoline and now God is playing God with us, and He's a whole lot better at it. I refuse to touch this portal to hell!

[Hank is hanging around Buckley's trampoline. Dale peeks out his window and yells:]
Dale: Run, Hank! Portal to Hell!
[Dale quickly closes his curtains.]

[Luanne is waiting for Buckley by the trampoline, listening to "Angel Flying Too Close to the Ground," and starts to cry. Peggy comes out and puts her hand on Luanne's shoulder.]
Luanne: Where is he? Buckley always did this to me. One time we were supposed to go see Color Me Badd and he never showed up. I was looking forward to that concert all week and when I told him, he just said "chicken beak." [pause] He better not be guardianin' some other girl. Maybe I should drop out of beauty school.
Peggy: What? Luanne, you have wanted to go to beauty school since you were six. You have wanted to graduate beauty school since you were twelve. If you give up on school, honey, you are giving up on your dreams. "Education is the sleeping pill that makes dreams happen." - Peggy Hill.

[Buckley has returned one final time and Luanne sits with him on the trampoline.]
Buckley: I just wanted to say I'm sorry I bailed out of the car.
Luanne: I knew you weren't really a jerk.
Buckley: Yeah. Well, I gotta go. Jesus is having a party tonight. It's gonna rock.
Luanne: There will probably be a lot of people there. But if you see Jesus, tell him I said thanks. [pause] Goodbye Buckley.
Buckley: Um, before I go - could I have one last kiss?
[Luanne nods. Buckley kisses her hard and begins to feel her sides; his wings flutter before she breaks away.]
Luanne: No, that part's over.
Buckley: Why?
Luanne: Chicken thigh.

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