Things are gonna happen for me, I'm Joe Dirt.
I'm a rocker through and through. Here's a list of my favorite bands: AC/DC, Van Halen not Van Hagar, Skynyrd, Def Lep...
Life's a garden, dig it.
When bad pets go bad, dang.
Turn it up.
Ya gotta keep on, keepin' on.
Right on! You're Joe Meteorite and I'm Joe Dirt.
You guys got somethin' to say to me? Why don't you say it in the microphone. I got a backup mike right here. Check one two, testing, testing. Yup, they both working and guess what? they don't like no feed back, what's up?
His name's Rocky and he ain't no puppy.
Now, this ain't no flapjack, so I'm gonna be real careful, I won't look.
My name is Joe DirtÈ, I added an e to the end, cause it sounds cool.
And at that moment I thought I might just lie there and never get up. I would just sit there and rot there, but then I looked up and saw the moon and got this weird feeling that Brandy was looking up at that same moon. Then I realized I had a home all along, in Silvertown.
There are three rules when dealing with a deadly crocodile. Rule number one, I'm number one. Rule number two, the croc's number two.
YOU JUST SAID YOUR SISTER WAS HOT. WHAT A FOR-EEK. You're going to Hell, man.
And you'll be sticking your head out the window and check out chick dogs saying "What's up, baby?"
That shit'll buff out.
Luckily, my neck broke my fall.
You wanna fight? Why don't you stick your head up my butt and fight for air?
It puts the Joe Dirt in the hole.
Why don't you go practice, fallin' down, I'll be there in a minute.
Where's my supplies?
I thought I had broken my ass bone
Now, you're telling me you were so ingrained with white trash DNA, your facial hair actually grows in on its own all white trashy like that?
What's the story here? I'm a white trash idiot - The end.
God Almighty, mana from inbred heaven. Hey freak boy: 1976 called, it wants its hairstyle back.