Dave: Can you do it blacker?
Jim Hardy: For that kinda of money you oughta be able to go by way o' Medicine Hat.
Thomas O'Malley: Aloha, auf Wiedersehen, bon soir, sayonara, and all those good bye things, baby.
Little John: When your opponent's sittin' there holding all aces, there's only one thing left to do: Kick over the table.
Miss Rebecca Miller: David, are you drunk?
Trevor Graydon: Swell! Just swell.
'Squash' Bernstein: Apparently the mob doesn't find homosexuality to be an acceptable lifestyle.
Toddy: Kill him, but mustn't kiss him.
The Trumpeter: Give a man money and watch him act funny.
Don Lockwood: What's your lofty mission in life that lets you sneer at my humble profession?
Kathy Selden: I'm an actress.
Don Lockwood: What?
Kathy Selden: On the stage.
Don Lockwood: Oh, on the stage. Well, I'd like to see you act. What are you in right now? I could brush up on my English, or bring along an interpreter. That is if they'd let in a movie actor.
Kathy Selden: I'm not in a play right now, but I will be. I'm going to New York...
Don Lockwood: Oh, you're going to New York! And then someday, we'll all hear of you, won't we? Kathy Selden as Juliet, as Lady Macbeth, as King Lear! You'll have to wear a beard for that one, of course.
Jean Valjean: To love another person is to see the face of God.
Rizzo the Rat: There are two things I hate: heights and jumping from them.
Hippy: The draft is white people sending black people to make war on the yellow people to defend the land they stole from the red people.
Rufus T. Firefly: Now that you're Secretary of War, what kind of an army do you think we ought to have?
Chicolini: Well, I tell you what I think, I think we should have a standing army.
Rufus T. Firefly: Why should we have a standing army?
Chicolini: Because then we save money on chairs.
Peter Pan: Well, well, a codfish on a hook.
Captain Hook: I'll get you for this, Pan, if it's the last thing I do.
Ambrose Kemper: This doesn't concern Mrs. Levi.
Dolly Levi: Everything concerns Mrs. Levi, Mr. Kemper.
Centipede: I wanna escape from Spiker and Sponge.
Earthworm: Escape? To where? We'll all be squashed and swotted and swooshed.
Grasshopper: No one's going to swoosh you my dear boy, you're six feet through now.
Earthworm: Bigger target.
Miriam: There can be miracles, when you believe Though hope is frail, it's hard to kill Who knows what miracles you can achieve When you believe, somehow you will You will when you believe.