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.
Pendlebury: By Jove, Holland, it's a good job we're both honest men.
Henry Holland: It is indeed, Pendlebury.
Monica Teasdale: I would have stopped working a long time ago if I could have figured out what to do with myself.
Mrs. Watson, Sidney's landlady: Why can't you scientists leave things alone? What about my bit of washing when there's no washing to do?
David Randall: Here it is: money to burn.
Stanley: Hey, STELLA!
Gaylord Ravenal: Captain and Mrs. Hawks, allow me. Ravenal. Gaylord Revenal, of the Tennessee Ravenals.
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.
Yosemite Sam: Mice.