The Best Kid Rock Quotes

Kid: We'll give that punk a Joe C-section.
Joe C.: Let's do this thing.
Officer: All right now, boys. That's enough. Kid Rock, that's not like you.
[Kid Rock frowns]
Officer: And Joe C., would your mama want you stretching out that sweatshirt like that?
Joe C.: No, sir. Please don't tell Mama.
Homer: They called you a pig, Sheriff.
Officer: Well, I don't care what they call me as long as they play "Fist of Rage." That's a good song.
[chuckles]

Robby: [Referring to Joe's Roadrunner] Least I know my car will blow his off the road!
Charlene the Gator Farmer: You really think you can match that slant 6 of yours against this 426 hemi? Huh? Well then let's do it little boy!
Clem: That's my girl!
Robby: Let's rock, Dirt-boy!
Joe: Let's go!
Robby: [Joe speeds off, leaving Robby in his dust] Damn.

Robby: Def Leppard sucks!

Joe C.: Yo, Rock! Tell Spring Break what your name is!
Kid: My name is KID... KID ROCK!
[Homer is singing poorly to a Kid Rock song afterwards]

Robby: [Robby's car sprays Joe with rocks] Oh, Dirt, did I getcha?
Joe: No, I'm cool.
Robby: No, you're not.

Kid: You know, a lot of my homies didn't make it to the party and we're gonna give props to the fallen by pouring a 40 on the curb.
[a curb is wheeled out on stage]
Kid: But this ain't no 40-ounce curb, so we're gonna need 40 gallons, y'all!
[the crowd cheers]
Homer: [as he drinks the 40-gallon bottle of beer] All for Homer. All for Homer.
Kid: What the?
Joe C.: Hey, who's that fool?
Kid: Yo, let's waste this biotch.
Homer: Biotch? Moi?