That's My Bush! (2001)
George W. Bush: Karl thinks I should put my cat to sleep and I don't know how to tell Laura about it.
Larry O'Shea: Oh, Mr. Republican Conservative Tightass here suddenly believes in assistant death.
Karl Rove: What the hell are you talking about?
Larry O'Shea: You're a hippicrit. It was you Republicans that put Jack Kevorkian in jail.
Karl Rove: Oh please, that is totally different, Jack Kevorkian puts people to sleep.
George W. Bush: Who's Jack Kevorkian?
Larry O'Shea: The doctor who helped people with terminal diseases committ suicide. He helped dozens of people who were in horrible pain and what did you do? You conservatives threw his ass in jail.
George W. Bush: We did?
Larry O'Shea: If you think it's humane to put an old and sick cat to sleep, then why is it illegal to do it for humans?
George W. Bush: Yeah, how come, Karl?
Karl Rove: Because only human beings have a soul, Mr. President.
George W. Bush: Because only human beings have a soul, Larry.
Larry O'Shea: Not according to a Hendu.
George W. Bush: What's a Hendu?
Larry O'Shea: Lays eggs. Look, George, you need to take a cold, hard look at your stance on euthenasia.
George W. Bush: Huh! I don't care about them. They're conformous and they're communist.
Karl Rove: Who?
George W. Bush: The youth-in-Asia. Come on, you know, Chinese, Japanese, Dirty-Knees, Look-at-these.
Karl Rove: The head of the Anti-Abortion group is here, and I hear he's sort of a freak.
George W. Bush: What kind of a freak?
Karl Rove: Well, apparently he was aborted 30 years ago, but survived. He is bitter, he is angry, and he hates being cancelled on.
Charlton Heston: Damn it, George, you just don't get it! Guns don't kill people.
George W. Bush: They don't?
Charlton Heston: No! BULLETS do! Guns just get 'em going reeally, really fast!
Larry O'Shea: Hey, George, can I barrow your amotta?
George W. Bush: What's amotta?
Larry O'Shea: Nothing, Pizano, what's amotta with you?
Larry O'Shea: Hey, George, it's your favorite neighbor! Say, you got some snoo on your lawn.
George W. Bush: What's snoo, Larry?
Larry O'Shea: Nothing, what *snoo* with you?
George W. Bush: Plus, all public TV characters have turned gay, Laura.
Laura Bush: That's not true! There, you can watch Lemmywinks.
Lemmywinks The Squirrel: Boy, I wish I had a big mouth full of nuts!
George W. Bush: Oh, not you too, Lemmywinks!
George W. Bush: Maggie, don't you have laundry to do?
Maggie Hawley: Oh that's right, I can do what your father did and separate the whites from the coloreds.
Karl Rove: What are you doing?
George W. Bush: What does it look like? We're putting the cat to sleep.
Karl Rove: Why are you doing it with that douche?
George W. Bush: Larry's the only one who would help me.
George W. Bush: I know lot's about euthanasia. The Chinese, Japanese, dirty-knees, look-at-these.
George W. Bush: [Charlton Heston has gotten belligerent over gun control] Princess! Will you send in the Secret Service to escort Mr. Heston out?
Secret Service Bobby #2: [In a cheesy British accent] What's all this then?
Charlton Heston: All right, I'm going, but I'm not leaving empty handed! I'm taking one of these magazines with me!
George W. Bush: You'll see! America'll be a lot better off without guns!
Secret Service Bobby #2: Come along, you! And leave the President's belongings!
[Tries to take the magazine away]
Charlton Heston: Let my "People" go!
Laura Bush: Let's go before you say something stupid.
George W. Bush: Oh Laura, one of these days, I'm gonna punch you in the face.
Karl Rove: Thank you for getting me that date, Mrs. Bush, now all I have to do is figure out how to tell my wife.
Larry O'Shea: Hey George, come over and see my mattayou.
George W. Bush: What's a mattayou?
Larry O'Shea: Nothing, Pizano, what's a mattayou?
Larry O'Shea: Hey George, there's a Stardu on your fron' porch.
Drug Offender: What's a Stardu? It twinkles. Heh, heh, heh, heh.
Larry O'Shea: Why you goddam little smart ass!
Laura Bush: I want you to spread me out on that massive table right under that big picture of Mr. Lincoln and pound me like a wack-a-mole!