Po-han: Dead stim.
Freddie Munster: Let's bash him on the cranium with something jagged.
Cook: Water! Thirsty! Sick man.
Asher Gonen: We have to pretend to know everything because we know so little.
Col. David 'Mickey' Marcus: And everything's going to be different from now on, huh?
Asher Gonen: Of course not. We'll criticize every decision you make, but that doesn't mean we won't do it.
Alva Starr: New Orleans is certainly not a place where a person needs to feel the pain of separation for long.
Green Goose: Slag, you're super human. I've never met anyone like you. Zounds! How much pain can a man stand?
Fred Flintstone: All you can dish out and more.
Coco Duquette: I hate you for what you're doing to him.
Julian Wall: Your way didn't work.
Coco Duquette: You stick to your television programs. And I'll stick to mine.
Professor Gustav Lindt: I forbid you to leave this room.
Col. Mathieu: Should we remain in Algeria? If you answer "yes," then you must accept all the necessary consequences.
Aldo Vanucci: Aagghh! If only I could steal enough to become an honest man.
Lew Harper: The bottom is loaded with nice people, Albert. Only cream and bastards rise.
Lily: The whole thing sounds underhanded, disgraceful and messy, and you can count on me.
Charles Kent: Guess who?
Diana Kent: Horace Peabody.
Charles Kent: Right first try.
Diana Kent: Did you enjoy your port, cigars and man's talk?
Charles Kent: No, not very much, but then, you know, it takes female company for me to sh... who's Horace Peabody?
Diana Kent: An old beau of mine. Before your time, darling.
Charles Kent: There was no before my time. You were a schoolgirl in pigtails.
Diana Kent: Even schoolgirls have their moments.
Mr. Cramden: Flint, the world's in trouble.
Derek Flint: Well, it usually is, but it manages to extricate itself without my help.
Sir James Forbes: High-ate-ee is how he pronounces Haiti.
Pete Aron: Jordan says I was blocking Stoddard. Said I didn't give him a signal to pass.
Jean-Pierre Sarti: Did you?
Pete Aron: Of course I did. The gear box froze coming out of the tunnel and I waved him through. Got on the brakes, locked up, and threw me in front of him. Next thing I knew, I was in the Mediterranean.
Jean-Pierre Sarti: What are you going to do now?
Pete Aron: I don't know. Gotta' get a ride for the rest of the season. I don't know where.
Torgo: I am Torgo, I take care of the place while the Master is away.
Perkins: It's another telegram from Stodge City, sir. Judge Burke. He's the mayor there, you know.
Commissioner: Burke? Oh yeah, I remember him in law school. He's a bum.
Perkins: I didn't know you studied at law school, sir.
Commissioner: I didn't. I was the janitor.