Galleria: If he can't respect my art, he can't have my heart.
Nick Kringle: I'm Santa, you know. I don't get a vacation. I don't even get Christmas off.
Noelle Kringle: Well, you can't be Santa if your having a nervous breakdown.
Max: I'll see you, uh, bassoon.
Mrs. Puff: We paid 9 dollars to see this?
Sandy Cheeks: I paid 10.
Katie: In my world everyone is a pony, and they all eat rainbows, and poop butterflies.
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.
Budderball: Sweet dreams about cookies, and candy, and ice cream, and cookies. Did I mention cookies?
Kevin McCallister: Howdy do. This is Peter McCallister, the father. I'd like a hotel room please, with an extra large bed, a TV, and one of those little refrigerators you have to open with a key. Credit card? You got it.
Wilbur: It's been a long, hard day, full of emotional turmoil and dinosaur fights.
Walter Beckett: What if I could make you... pause for effect, drumroll please... disappeeeear?
Lance Sterling: What?
Walter Beckett: Disappeeeear.
Lance Sterling: Why are you saying it like that?
Walter Beckett: For effeeeect.
Coriakin: To defeat the darkness out there, you must defeat the darkness inside yourself.
Alvin: Don't worry about picking us up after school, Toby. We'll catch a ride - IN A HEARSE!
Anya: [reading letter.] "I am sure he hurts the poor little kitten and when I cry, he just laughs at me. Yours sincerely, Miss Sarah Foster." You were quite right to bring this to our attention, Dooley. That little boy must not get a present.
Santa Claus: No present for him? Every child should get a present.
Anya: It's time to change the rules.
Santa Claus: You'll have folks saying that Santa Claus only rewards the good little boys and girls.
Anya: Isn't that as it should be?
Santa Claus: Alright. Dooley, make up a list of who is naughty and nice.
Dooley: Yes, sir.
Santa Claus: And be careful. I'll be checking it twice.
Detective Pikachu: That's right, Mr. Mime. [chuckling] You're about to be Mr. Melt unless you start talking.
Luigi: Do you eat?
Princess Daisy: Yes.
Luigi: Dinner?
Princess Daisy: Yes.
Luigi: Tonight?
Elena Fairchild: I'm going to ask Captain Harding to marry us.
Herbert Brown: That'd be wonderful, if he were only a minister, but he's not.
Elena Fairchild: He's a captain, and captains can marry people at sea.
Herbert Brown: He's a land captain, not a sea captain.
Elena Fairchild: Well, we're on land, aren't we?