Chitti induces labor for a pregnant woman and not five minutes later is arguing with mosquitoes. Just imagine what else happens in the other 151 minutes of this movie.

The best miscasting of all time with James Spader, bleached in hair and eyebrows, wearing pearl snap cowboy shirts and hanging with Florida hicks.

Also has introduced the phrase "fartin' through silk" into my repertoire.

How many "She's crazy, but she's got great tits" films does one director need to make?

Anyone who calls this a bad movie is a smuck.