Henry Brougham: Are you expecting a letter?
Dudley: Well, you never know. If I did get one, the stamp would certainly be worth saving.
Lucy Muir: I wish you wouldn't swear. It's so ugly.
Captain Gregg: If you think that's ugly, it's a good thing you can't read me thoughts.
David Sutton: My liver rushes in where angels fear to tread.
Ronnie Jackson: Everything you touch turns to rigormortis.
Edgar Bergen: Yes, the voice of this golden harp cast a magic spell of joy and prosperity over the valley, but it was too good to last.
Charlie McCarthy: I knew there was a catch in it.
Edgar Bergen: For one day.
Charlie McCarthy: They built a school house.
Edgar Bergen: No, no.
Judge Lord Thomas Horfield: I do not like to be interrupted in the middle of an insult.
Colleoni: You see the gold on them furnitures? Napoleon stayed here with Eugenie.
Pinkie Brown: Who's she?
Colleoni: Oh, some foreign palone.
Cahill: Mr. Ballentine, you're the defendant in this case, are you not?
Larry Ballentine: I am.
Cahill: Charged with the brutal murder of Verna Carlson.
Larry Ballentine: That's right.
Cahill: Are you willing to describe for the jury - to describe truthfully - the events which led to the placement of that charge?
Larry Ballentine: I certainly am.
Cahill: To the jury, please.
End Title Card: To the people of the 25th Century: The was THE beginning. Only you, and those who have lived between us and you, can know THE END.
Sister Ruth: Sister, the schoolroom is overflowing with children. We've nothing unpacked yet. No one understands the language. There are too many of them anyway, and they all smell.
Dave Goldman: There was a boy in our outfit... Abe Schlussman. Good soldier. Good engineer. One night, we got bombed, and he caught it. I was ten yards off. Somebody said... "Give me a hand with this sheeny." Those were the last words he ever heard.
Eels: Your uh... cousin is a very charming young lady.
Jeff: No he isn't. His name is Norman, and he's a bookmaker in Cleveland Ohio.
Father: Why did God make so many dumb fools and Democrats?
Mr. Shellhammer: But... but maybe he's only a little crazy like painters or composers or... or some of those men in Washington.
Marty: And remember, glamour girl, I'll do this on just one condition.
Mrs. Kraft: What's that?
Marty: That you don't make any passes at me when you get me out there. I'm a very shy kid.
Easter Rabbit: Remember, keep smiling.
Bobby Turner: Babe! Go away.
Babe Doolittle: Is that all you have to say to me?
Bobby Turner: No! Leave me alone.
Tommy Udo: I wouldn't give you the skin off a grape.
Chihuahua: Nobody loves me.
Bugs Bunny: Ah, my public. How they love me.