Doc: Shh! Not so loud. You'll wake her up.
Grumpy: Ah, let her wake up! She don't belong here nohow.
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.
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.
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.
Lola Marcel, the Singing Nightingale: Tell me, tell me about my dear, dear Daddy! Is it true that he's dead?
Stan: Well, we hope he is, they buried him.
Armand Duvalle: I am a great teacher, not a great lover.
Lucy Warriner: That's right, Armand. No one could ever accuse you of being a great lover.
Un officier de la forteresse: More coffee sir?
Capt. Von Rauffenstein: If you call this muck coffee I have to accept it. At least it warms my insides.
Allan Quartermaine: Then it is agreed we leave tonight?
Sir Henry Curtis: Yes.
Umbopa: It is not agreed - you must stay.
Allan Quartermaine: I'm in charge here! I told you that before.
Umbopa: That was in your country. You are now in mine.
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?
Oliver Stone: Before I finish with that female Dracula, she'll know one thing: that Oliver Stone is worse than radium poisoning four ways from the jack!
Kenneth Bartlett: I'm going so far away, I won't even know what year it is!
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.
Flo: I want to be near you. I want you to hold me. Oh! Hold me closer! Closer! Closer.
Dr. Hackenbush: If I hold you any closer, I'll be in back of you.