Prof. Wutheridge: For some time now, every time I pass the cemetery, I feel as though I'm apartment hunting.
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.
Ronnie Jackson: Everything you touch turns to rigormortis.
Judge Lord Thomas Horfield: I do not like to be interrupted in the middle of an insult.
Kris Kringle: You know what the imagination is?
Susan Walker: Oh, sure. That's when you see things, but they're not really there.
Kris Kringle: Well, that can be caused by other things, too.
Phil Green: You want the moon.
John Minify: Yeah... with parsley.
Bobby Turner: Babe! Go away.
Babe Doolittle: Is that all you have to say to me?
Bobby Turner: No! Leave me alone.