People:
Men

Man: "Well, it's about time you got here."

Man: "This is the end – the absolute end!"

Man in pain: "Arrggh!"

Man clearing his throat: "Ahem."

Man: "Ah, yes."

Man: "All systems go!"

Man: "I don't know nothin' about that. All I know is that somebody is gonna get their ass whooped over this thing."

Man: "Available now."

Man: "I think that's in very bad taste."

Man: "Bah... Humbug!"

Man: "Beat it, ya hippy!"

Man: "Bee-atch!"

Man: "The best... for less."

Man: "The best prices... guaranteed."

Man: "Bite me."

Man: "Boo-yah!"

Man: "Stop breathing down my neck."

Man: "<BUURRRP!> ... 'Scuse me."

Man: "Buy with confidence."

Man: "Buy one, get one free."

Man: "Buy two, get one free."

Man: "The more ya run over a dead cat, the flatter it gets."

Man: "This chamber has no windows and no doors."

Man: "Check out what's new."

Man: "Your time has come and gone! It's our turn now!"

Man: "Well, that looks pretty crappy!"

Guy: "Sshhh! Don't tell anyone."

Guy: "I... have had enough of you!"

Man: "If you're one of the thousands of men who suffer from erectile dysfunction, you already know that it's no laughing matter."

Man: "Go! You're done! Finished! That's it! Good-bye!"

Man: "Go away."

Santa: "Have you been a good little girl?"

Man: "Goodbye."

Man: "Aahhh! I think I've got it!"

Man with heavy, raspy voice: "Groovy!"

Man grunting like a caveman.

Man: "The hard drive... It crashed!"

Man: "You're a complete bastard and we all hate you!"

Man: "Hear ye, hear ye, hear ye!"

Santa Claus: "Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!"

Man whistling, hooting, and howling: "Hubba hubba!"

Man: "I'm an idiot. I'm a friggin' idiot."

Man: "This is startin' to irritate me."

Man: "This isn't for your eyes."

Guy belching loudly.

Man: "Junk mail, junk mail, junk mail."

King Love: "Hey, baba. Hey, mama. I love you! La-la-la-la-la-la!"

Sfx: Electronic tones matching the King's "la-la."

Sfx: Knocking.

Man: "Lemme outta here!"

Sfx: Knocking.

Man: "Lemme outta here!"

Sfx: Knocking.

Man: "Let's play."

Man: "Not good! ... Malfunction!"

Man: "Whattaya want for nuthin'?"

Man: "Oh, my God!"

Man: "Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen. Place your bets."

Man: "This is where you pucker up and kiss my ass."

Man: "I don't need money. What I need are questions answered. Question number one: ... Can I have some money?"

Frenchman: "Sacre bleu!"

Man: "One-hundred percent satisfaction guaranteed."

Man: "You're a very, very sick man."

Man: "You bastards! Why are you torturing me like this? Why??"

Man: "Friggin' wise-ass."

Man: "Wow!"

A composite of Yankee Doodle as performed by various belches and burps arranged at the proper pitch.