[Phil drives a truck off a cliff] He might be OK. [explosion] Well, no, probably not now.

Rita: Would you like to come to dinner with Larry and me?
Phil: No thank you. I've seen Larry eat.

This is one time where television really fails to capture the true excitement of a large squirrel predicting the weather.

People like blood sausage, too. People are morons.

Gus: Phil, like the groundhog Phil?
Phil: Yeah, like the groundhog Phil.
Gus: Look out for your shadow there buddy.
Phil: Morons, your bus is leaving.