Shaw: Don't trust him. Pets are double agents. The moment you turn your backs, he'll shiv you.
Bobbie: Oh, no he can't. We had him fixed.
Dr. Frankenstein: Finally - my fiendish formula is finished.
Alvin Seville: Try saying that three times - quickly.
Dr. Frankenstein: My finished formula is frrr... my formlest fiendula is... my fishiest formula... my fie... never mind.
[Quartermaine's hairpiece has been sucked up in the bunvac.]
Lord Victor Quartermaine: I want...toupee, please.
Wallace: Oh, grand. We take cheques or cash.
Lord Victor Quartermaine: Toupee, you idiot. My hair is in your machine.
Wallace: Oh, no, it's only rabbits in there. The hare I think you'll find is a much larger mammal.
Alvin: Don't worry about picking us up after school, Toby. We'll catch a ride - IN A HEARSE!
Anne-Marie: Charlie, will I ever see you again?
Charlie: Sure you will, kid. You know goodbyes aren't forever.
Anne-Marie: Then goodbye, Charlie. I love you.
Charlie: Yep... I love you too.
Neil: So what do we do now?
Norman Babcock: Uhh... I... I - I really don't know.
Courtney: Yes you do, Norman. You've gotta get to that witch's grave.
Norman Babcock: But.
Courtney: But nothing, you listen to me, buster. We didn't turn away when Daleridge High was slaughtering our volleyball team, did we?
Norman Babcock: Yeah, we did.
Courtney: No, we didn't. I have cheered the un-cheerable, Norman. And I'm not letting you give up now.
Barley Lightfoot: Put it in O, for onward.
Buzz Lightyear: Quiet, musical hog!