Phil Robertson (to his grandson):
Pa** me another frog.
Phil Robertson (to camera):
Folks, I'm Phil Robertson and I hunt ducks for a living. I have a God-given right to pursue happiness. My idea of happiness is k**in' things, skinnin' 'em, pluckin' 'em, have a big meal - all your children, your grandchildren gather round and we eat that.
Phil Robertson (to his grandson):
Yuppie girls wouldn't like it. Don't marry some Yuppie girl. Find you a meek, gentle, kind-spirited country girl. If she knows how to cook, and she carries her Bible and lives by it, and she loves to eat bullfrogs - now there's a woman!
Phil Robertson (to camera):
See the first prerequisite for a man and a woman: can she cook? And if that doesn't stack up, adios amigos.
Phil Robertson (to his grandson):
And she doesn't have to be a pretty girl - it's hard to get a pretty one to cook and carry a Bible anymore.
Phil Roberston (to grandson):
You're gonna be there for 50 years and you don't even know whether she can cook or not? What kinda thinkin' is that?
Phil Robertson (to camera):
Well, we'll just live off love. Not really - you'll starve to d**h