Jonah: Something touched me.
Billy Flynn: Now look, I don't like to blow my own horn. But believe me. If Jesus Christ lived in Chicago today and if he had $5,000 and he'd come to me, things would have turned out differently.
Sebastian: I'm letting life hit me until it gets tired. Then I'll hit back. It's a classic rope-a-dope.
Vince: This isn't going away. You won't talk to me before the show, you won't talk to me after the show. It's like you're avoiding me.
Tess: Well, I didn't divorce you to spend more time with you.
Mr. Skeffington: Snookums prefers the rubber Wall Street Journal to the rubber Washington Post.
Rowlf: Don't we all?
Grumpy: Angel, ha! She's a female! And all females is poison! They're full of wicked wiles.
Bashful: What are wicked wiles?
Grumpy: I don't know, but I'm agin' 'em.
Aqua: When do I get to see the "Sagrada Familia"?
Chanel: When you learn how to pronounce it right.
Scott Heyward: You know something, Pa? I would have traded everything you've ever given me for one thing - for trust in me.
Duster Heyward: Well, what are you talkin', son? I've always trusted ya. I was just tryin' to make things easy is all.
Scott Heyward: That's just it, Pa. I don't want things easy. I want to be able to make my own mistakes and work 'em out.
Mr. James Dowd: Everything you're ashamed of, all the parts of yourself that you keep secret, everything you want to change about yourself - it's who you are. That's your power. Deny it and you're nothing.
Aladdin: Well, they have no where to go. We got them trapped.
Iago: We? They are 40 thieves! We are you, a rug, a monkey and me. Wait, don't count me.
Marshal Mallow: I'm mallow... Not Shallow.
Mike Connor: Liz, I know I'm not destiny's dream man but.
Liz Imbrie: Mike, I think I'd better grab you. You're likely to get in trouble one of these days.
Rev. Elcott: Sounds like Pansy has the croup.
Nan: But then, 'Jesus' spelt backwards is 'Susej'.
Reed Thimple: Do you like the sound of crunching wood? I do.
Red Cargo: I have to do what's best for everyone.
Deni Maroon: Yeah, but... how do you know what's best for everyone?
Bob Gaudio: Tommy, no stolen goods, okay?
Tommy DeVito: Stolen goods? No! These fell off a truck.
Dorcas: What would you buy if you were bored?
Neville: Uh... a jar of calf's foot jelly.
Rafiki: It is time.