Gordon Bombay: Keep swingin'. Maybe you'll give them a cold.
Wallace: But Piella, you're the Bake-O-Lite girl.
Piella Bakewell: Was the Bake-O-Lite girl. I ate too much, you see.
Wallace: Oh, really?
Piella Bakewell: I couldn't ride the balloon anymore.
Wallace: Oh dear.
Piella Bakewell: So they dropped me.
Wallace: What a blow. Ooh.
Piella Bakewell: ME! A curse on bakers and their loathsome confections.
Barley Lightfoot: Put it in O, for onward.
Katie: In my world everyone is a pony, and they all eat rainbows, and poop butterflies.
Max: Did you make this?
Carol: Yeah, yeah.
Max: It's very good.
Carol: We were gonna make a whole world like this. But everyone used to come here, but you know... You know what it feels like when all your teeth are falling out really slowly and you don't realise and then you notice that, well, they're really far apart? And then one day... You don't have any teeth anymore.
Max: Yeah.
Carol: Well it was like that.
Nita's Father: Once you love someone, they stay in your heart forever.
Luigi: Do you eat?
Princess Daisy: Yes.
Luigi: Dinner?
Princess Daisy: Yes.
Luigi: Tonight?
Sebastian: Are you sure about this?
Scuttle: Have I ever been wrong? I mean when it's important.
Benjamin Mee: You seem really calm.
Peter MacCready: Ah.
Benjamin Mee: Have you been drinking?
Peter MacCready: All night long.
Benjamin Mee: Thanks for that.
Peter MacCready: Anytime.
Mia Thermopolis: Oh my God, you're here.
Lilly Moscovitz: I know.
Mia Thermopolis: In Genovia.
Lilly Moscovitz: I know.
Mia Thermopolis: You're in my closet.
Lilly Moscovitz: Yeah.
Mia Thermopolis: You're blonde.
Lilly Moscovitz: I'm blonde.
Grinch: Christmas already? Ugh.
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.
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.
Charlie Cowell: Who do you think you're protectin'? That guy's got a gal in every county in Illinois and that's 102 counties. Not countin' the piano teachers like you he cozies up to, just keep your mouths shut! Neither one of you's heard the last o' me, girly-girl.
George Little: Maybe we should go home.
Mr. Little: Why?
George Little: I'm not wearing my lucky underwear.
Mr. Little: You don't have lucky underwear.
George Little: Well, maybe we should get some, and then come back for another race.
Molly: It's the ugliest thing I've seen.
Danny: Reminds me of your friend Laurie.
Molly: Does not.
The Horned King: I presume, my boy, you are the keeper of this oracular pig.
Mrs. Puff: We paid 9 dollars to see this?
Sandy Cheeks: I paid 10.
Galleria: If he can't respect my art, he can't have my heart.