(To Ron) Jazz flute is for little fairy boys

Angry Biker: What do you love?
Ron Burgundy: I love poetry, and a glass of scotch, and, of course, my friend Baxter here.
Angry Biker: Well, now, guess what, this is happening.
[grabs Baxter]
Ron Burgundy: Excuse me... excuse me... what are you doing?
[biker punts Baxter over bridge]
Angry Biker: That's how I roll!

Brick Tamland: I love... carpet. [pause] I love... desk.
Ron Burgundy: Brick, are you just looking at things in the office and saying that you love them?
Brick Tamland: I love lamp.
Ron Burgundy: Do you really love the lamp, or are you just saying it because you saw it?
Brick Tamland: I love lamp! I love lamp.

[talking to Baxter, his dog] Come again? You know I don't speak Spanish. In English, please. What? You pooped in the refrigerator? And you ate the whole... wheel of cheese? How'd you do that? I'm not even mad, that's amazing.

(after drinking coffee) Mmm, I just burnt my tongue.

Brian Fantana: Don't get me wrong, I love the ladies. I mean they rev my engines, but they don't belong in the newsroom!
Champ Kind: It is anchorMAN, not anchorLADY! And that is a scientific fact!
Brick Tamland: I DON'T KNOW WHAT WE'RE YELLING ABOUT!
Brian Fantana: You're with us, Ron, what do you think?
Ron Burgundy: Shit! Sh... it's terrible! She has beautiful eyes, and her hair smells like cinnamon!
Brian Fantana: Mhm!
Brick Tamland: LOUD NOISES!!

"[when Veronica gags at his perfume and asks what the smell is]" That's the smell of desire, m'lady. "[once she describes it]" Well... desire smells like that to some people!

[unveiling the Sex Panther] No, she gets a special cologne... It's called Sex Panther by Odeon. It's illegal in nine countries... Yep, it's made with bits of real panther, so you know it's good. [...] They've done studies, you know. Sixty percent of the time, it works every time.

(sees Veronica in Ron's place) .......You're not Ron.

It truly is beauty and the beast... and a rather handsome beast I might add.

Champ Kind: The bottom line is you've been spending a lot of time with this lady, Ron. You're a member of the Channel Four News Team.
Ron Burgundy: That's a given.
Champ Kind: We need you. Hell, I need you. I'm a mess without you. I miss you so damn much. I miss being with you, I miss being near you. I miss your laugh. I miss your scent; I miss your musk. When this all gets sorted out, I think you and me should get an apartment together.
Brian Fantana: Take it easy, Champ. Why don't you stop talking for a while?

[to Baxter] You know how to cut to the core of me, Baxter. You're so wise. Like a miniature Buddha, covered with hair.

Ron Burgundy: Thanks for watching Channel 4 News. You stay classy, San Diego. [observing a question mark on the TelePrompter, which was added by one of the editors as a gag] I'm Ron Burgundy?
Ed Harken: Dammit, who typed a question mark on the TelePrompter? How many times do I have to tell you? Anything you type, Burgundy will read!

What do you think this is? Amateur hour?!

Brick Tamland: *cough!* *look over here!* Excuse me, Veronica
Veronica Corningstone: Yes what is it Brick?
Brick Tamland: I would like to extend to you, an invitation to the Pants Party.
Veronica Corningstone: Excuse me?
Brick Tamland: ...The party ...the pants ...party with the pants?
Veronica Corningstone: Brick are you saying that there is a party in your pants and that i'm invited.
Brick Tamland: That's it.
Veronica Corningstone: Did Brian tell you to say this Brick?
Brick Tamland: No...YES
Veronica Corningstone: Okay. No I don't want to go to a party in your pants...
Brick Tamland: Very well. IAN! Would you like to go to a party in my pants?