Adm. Bridie: Would you have a glass of sherry - with an old man?
Lt. Hosgood (Bridie's secretary): No, sir. But, I would very much like to have one with you, sir.
Patrolman Kelton: ...From all I've seen tonight, guns won't do any good. Clay's dead, and we buried him. How are we gonna kill someone who's already dead? Dead! And yet there he stands.
Count Saknussem: I don't sleep. I hate those little slices of death.
Dr. Radford Baines: Hematoxic syndrome - it must be hematoxic syndrome.
Lucy Stevens: Dave, that drug you brought.
David Morris: It's not a drug, it's an Acid.
Col. Thomas O'Bannion: Whadda you say we call it a day and go back to the ship?
Prof. Theodore Gettell: I agree. We've had enough excitement and swashbuckling for one day.
CWO Sam Jacobs: I'm for that. Any swash I ever had just came unbuckled.
Benson Thacker: I have nothing against negroes, Ralph.
Ralph Burton: That's white of you.
Chase Winstead: Where's Pat and Liz?
Bob: Maybe their car broke down?
Chase Winstead: Hey! I worked on that car myself.
Bob: That wouldn't make any difference if he goofed the speed shift or something.
Chase Winstead: And that squirrel is just the one that could do it.