Napoleon, don’t be jealous that I’ve been chatting online with babes all day. Besides, we both know that I’m training to be a cage fighter.
Don: Hey, Napoleon. What did you do last summer again? Napoleon Dynamite: I told you! I spent it with my uncle in Alaska hunting wolverines! Don: Did you shoot any? Napoleon Dynamite: Yes, like 50 of ‘em! They kept trying to attack my cousins, what the heck would you do in a situation like that? Don: What kind of gun did you use? Napoleon Dynamite: A freakin’ 12-gauge, what do you think?
Deb: What are you drawing? Napoleon Dynamite: A liger. Deb: What’s a liger? Napoleon Dynamite: It’s pretty much my favorite animal. It’s like a lion and a tiger mixed… bred for its skills in magic.
Randy: Napoleon, give me some of your tots. Napoleon Dynamite: No, go find your own. Randy: Come on, give me some of your tots. Napoleon Dynamite: No, I’m freakin’ starving! I didn’t get to eat anything today. Randy: [kicks the tots] Napoleon Dynamite: Ugh! Gross! Freakin’ idiot!