Cowboy: Welcome, Nestor. I'm from Earth. Ever hear of it?
Nestor 1: No, but we are pleased to meet you.
Eli Cross: It's not what he's eating, but what's eating him that makes it... sort of interesting.
Pool Attendant: They kept it all incognito. They're gonna collect the body in an ice cream van.
Harold: There's a lot of dignity in that, isn't there? Going out like a raspberry ripple.
Elizabeth Solley: Listen, I never hitchhiked before. I just really want to be careful. Can I ask you something?
Nick Castle: Sure.
Elizabeth Solley: Are you weird?
Nick Castle: Yes, I am. Yes, I am weird.
Elizabeth Solley: You are weird. Thank God you're weird. The last one was so normal, it was disgusting.
Peppermint Patty: False! Why did you put down false, Chuck? The answer is true, Chuck! What's true is true! Put down true, Chuck, or I'll never speak to you again.
Teacher: Charlie Brown?
Charlie Brown: Ma'am?
Teacher: Is your partner giving you the answers?
Charlie Brown: Oh no, ma'am. She's not giving me the answers. Forcing, maybe, but not giving.
Aurora De La Hoya: He was lying right there, dead as yesterday.
John Russell: It's my understanding... that there are, uh... twenty-three students registered... for this series of lectures on advanced musical form. Now, we all know it's not raining outside, and unless there's a fire in some other part of the building that we don't know about, there's an awful lot of people here with nothing better to do.
Alex: I know they did it, they killed her, they, killed her... Robin, Robin.
Dr. Hans Zarkov: We are only interested in friendship. Why do you attack us?
The Emperor Ming: Why not? Pathetic earthlings. Hurling your bodies out into the void, without the slightest inkling of who or what is out here. If you had known anything about the true nature of the universe, anything at all, you would've hidden from it in terror.
George Wittow: Did you write that, Harry?
Harry Morant: No, no. It was a minor poet, called Byron.
Peter Handcock: Never heard of him.
Harry Morant: I did say he was a minor poet.
[Justice tries to shoot the Bandit with Junior's gun only to find it's not loaded.]
Justice: Junior! Why didn't you have your gun loaded?
Junior: Well, when I put bullets in it, daddy, it gets too heavy.
Bimbeau: Lemme tell you buttholes somethin'! This shit's wwaaayyyyy outta line! And you squirrels better have some nuts in your mouth... or you're goin' downtown.
John McVicar: Make sure you're not involved, woncha? Cos I'll put a tool right in your belly.
Clifford Peache: Will you be my bodyguard? I'll pay you fifty cents every day. I'll do your homework for you. I'm pretty smart.
Narrator: They live in the vastness of the Kalahari in small family groups. One family of Bushmen might meet up with another once in a few years, but for the most part they live in complete isolation, unaware there are other people in the world. In the deep Kalahari, there are Bushmen who have never seen or heard of civilized man.
Violet Newstead: What are you, a man or a mouse? I mean, a woman or a wouse?
Loretta Lynn: I just can't believe I'm sittin' here talkin' to Patsy Cline.
Patsy Cline: You act like you ain't never seen a glamorous country music singer before.
Michelle Stratton: How many languages do you speak?
Julian Kaye: Five or six.
Michelle Stratton: Plus the, uh, international language?
Julian Kaye: That's right.
Mark Elliot: She writes poetry.
Nurse: A pastime especially suited for women.