Ned "Scotty" Scott: What if we haven't enough voltage?
Hendry: Just keep swinging at its arms.
Bud Alexander: I'll have the lambchop luncheon.
Lou Francis: Um, I know what I want. Spaghetti.
Tommy Nelson: And a steak.
Waiter: [to Lou.] What do you want?
Lou Francis: Spaghetti.
Tommy Nelson: And a steak.
Waiter: [to Lou.] You said you knew what you wanted. Do you want spaghetti or steak.
Lou Francis: I'll have a spaghetti.
[Then Lou immediately raises his hand to signal Tommy not to speak.]
Lou Francis: [to the waiter.] And a steak.
Henry Holland: I was a potential millionaire, but I had to be satisfied with eight pounds, fifteen shillings, less deductions.
Monica Teasdale: I would have stopped working a long time ago if I could have figured out what to do with myself.
Sir John Kierlaw: Now. Some fool has invented an indestructible cloth. Where is he? How much does he want?
Sydney Stanton: All right. I'm in here safe and sound. Go outside and read the magazines.
Stanley: Hey, STELLA!
Bill Porter: Wives, dogs, and chestnut trees - the more you beat 'em the better they be.
Maj. Daniel Xavier Kirby: Are we all buttoned up?
Joan Kirby: Cat's out... doors locked. All secure sir.
Field Marshal Keitel: Have you any better suggestions?
Field Marshal Gerd von Runstedt: Yes, one very much better. Make peace, you idiot.