Ghost #1: Ah, we don't have no fun no more.
Ghost #2: No. Nobody around here to scare.
Ghost #3: Ha! We scared them all away. Guess we're too good.
Lion: Greetings, my good friends. You all, undoubtedly, have been under the delusion or shall I say, misapprehension, that we of the cartoon animal kingdom, are lacking in the finer sensibilities. Now to disprove this we shall ask you to forget our formal pranks and playfulness. We ask you in the name of dignity, and art to put yourselves in a receptive frame of mind. And not to expect of us the foolery, and clowning you generally associate us with. And now, to an all musical program.
Harvey: Oh, oh, I'm sorry.
Manuel Fidello: What you sorry about?
Harvey: Well, I mean, your father, they didn't find him.
Manuel Fidello: What they need find him for? He all right.
Harvey: Well, but, drowning out in the ocean, all alone at night.
Manuel Fidello: What's the trouble about that? That fine way. The savior, he take my father up to fishermen's heaven - with all his old friends.
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.
Chang: Age is a limit we impose upon ourselves. You know, each time you Westerners celebrate your birthday, you build another fence around your minds.
Tony: Well, that's-a fine. Now we owe the Sheriff a hundred and twenty dollars and a sock.
Lucy Warriner: Armand, I'm wondering, could you do me a favor?
Armand Duvalle: Oh, of course.
Lucy Warriner: I've been thinking, I wonder if you could convince him that everything was just as I said it was that night at the inn. You know, the night.
Armand Duvalle: Oh, I'll be glad to, but does, uh, does he carry a gun?
Oliver: Well, fan my brow! I'm from the South.
Mary Roberts: You are?
Stan: Well, shut my mouth! I'm from the South too.
Oliver: The South of what, sir?
Stan: The South of London.
Capt. Von Rauffenstein: May the earth lie lightly upon our valiant enemy.
Allan Quartermain: You know, O'Brien, there's only one kind of man that it's useless to argue with.
Patrick 'Patsy' O'Brien: And that is?
Allan Quartermain: A fool.
Erica Burgoyne: We ought to order tea or something if we're going to stay here long.
Old Will: Well, I'd sooner have beers.
Erica Burgoyne: I don't think we can get them at the moment.
Old Will: I better order it, since I'm the man, eh?
Arthur W. Morley: Mrs. Dallas, I wrote you a letter, and in it I stated.
Stella Martin 'Stell' Dallas: You don't have to tell me what you stated, just tell me what you meant.