Ron Burgundy [to dog]
You're so wise. You're like a miniature Buddha, covered with hair.
I'm in a glass case of emotion!
Oh, Ron, there are literally thousands of men that I should be with instead, but I am 72 per cent sure that I love you!
We need you. Hell, I need you. I'm a mess without ya. I miss you so damn much. I miss being with you. I miss being near you! I miss your laugh! I miss I miss your scent. I miss your musk. When this all gets sorted out, I think you and me should get an apartment together.
Bill Lawson [narration]
There was a time, a time before cable. When the local anchorman reigned supreme. When people believed everything they heard on TV. This was an age when only men were allowed to read the news. And in San Diego, one anchorman was more man then the rest. His name was Ron Burgundy. He was like a god walking amongst mere mortals. He had a voice that could make a wolverine purr and suits so fine they made Sinatra look like a hobo. In other words, Ron Burgundy was the balls.
I'm Brick Tamland. People seem to like me because I am polite and I am rarely late. I like to eat ice cream and I really enjoy a nice pair of slacks. Years later, a doctor will tell me that I have an I.Q. of 48 and am what some people call mentally retarded.
We have a saying in my country the coyote of the desert likes to eat the heart of the young and the blood drips down to his children for breakfast, lunch and dinner.