The strip that sealed Opus' positon as an Ensemble Darkhorse: A Hare Krishna talks with Opus about prayer temples, and Opus continues to Mondegreen the Hare Krishna's mentions of prayer temples into "Pear Pimples for Hairy Fishnuts."
One strip has Dallas chatting up someone whom he thinks is an old friend of his named Ralph, and mentioning an old flame named Betsy Pringle. The strip ends with "Ralph" screaming, "My name is Sylvia, not Ralph... and I hope Besty Pringle kicks you right in your *@!! hot lips!"
Limekiller being asked how he stands on nuclear waste: he lifts his foot.
Opus gives a speech, but due to a glitched Teleprompter, he says, "Grblb blabt unt mipt speeb! Oot pifoo blaboo..." then makes an 0.o face and asks for someone to give the Teleprompter a swift kick.
A Texan armadillo representative for the Meadow Party talks about his rowdy activities... to a Moral Majority representative.
"Naturally I meant 'rope us some fillies' in the strict biblical sense, of course."
The Convention being sponsored by MTV playing Judas Priest over the whole proceedings.
For this troper, it was Mr. Limekiller flippantly referring to his campaign party as "A black, a woman, two dips, and a cripple". Cue Oliver Wendell Jones, Yaz Pistachio, Milo, Binkley, and Cutter John, all face palming and glaring at him.
The Bloom County US Festival which features David Lee Roth of Van Halen lifting Opus and enciting a riot ("Rowdy rowdy rowdy!" "Oh look, now they're burning the Porta-Potties..."), Opus trying to install a Polka Day, and a band so entrenched with product placement the lead singer's dressed up as a can of spray deodorant.
And nobody notices. They just think Michael's had his nose done again.
When the characters go on stike, Oliver gets a gangster rapping scab replacment. "Bite a bone, grab da phone, I be Ollie Wendell Jone'." The father then turns to the Fourth Wall and says "Ah be feelin mighty sore if dis strike last too much more."
From Breathed's commentary in the second volume of the Complete Library, referring to a punchline censored by White-Out: "Finally, I can reveal what lay beneath the liquid paper: 'THEY CAN GO F*** THEMSELVES.' It feels so nice to be releasing a book for adults where I can print that word in its bold entirety, uncensored by idiot editors."
Opus approaches a woman in a bar, and is presented with a large pile of paperwork to both read and fill out, including listing all his recent sexual partners. When he reveals he hasn't had any of those..
woman: None whatsoever? Opus: Nope. I'm quite the prude. woman #2: I'm into prudes! woman #3: Me too! woman:I saw him first! Opus: Boy! All this paperwork, just for directions to the men's room!
When Opus is caught making up his personals' ad:
"OH, AND I SUPPOSE YOU ALL DON'T FIB A LITTLE ON YOUR INCOME TAX!!"