Radio Newcaster (segment 1 "And All Through the House"): We interrupt this program for a special announcement. A man described as a homicidal maniac has escaped from the hospital for the criminally insane: he is 6 foot 3 inches tall, 210 pounds, dark eyes, bald, and may be wearing a Santa Claus costume taken from a shop in Burley. All residents of the county are warned to be on the lookout for this man, and to phone the police if they see him. We now continue our program of carols for Christmas.
Robert Rusk: I don't know if you know it, Babs, but you're my type of woman.
Douglass Dilman: When you justify murder in the name of morality, you've done nothing but murder your morality.
Sheriff Aaron Whitaker: What's wrong with him?
Dr. Druten: He's had a fit.
Sheriff Aaron Whitaker: Doctor, you were third in your class. I never went to college. I knew he was having a fit when he started having it.
Tang Lung: Movement number 4: Dragon seeks path. Hi-yah!" (Tang kicks, knocking a hoodlum unconscious) "Dragon whips his tail.
Mr. T: Yeah, my main squeeze! Give me some.
Angel: 20 years ago that would have been more truth than jive, baby.
Charlie Brown: Hmm, a letter to Snoopy. What a surprise. I never get any mail. I had 15 pen pals once, and they let me do all the writing.
Leon Trotsky: It's hard living with an old revolutionary. You should have been with us when we stormed the Winter Palace! With Lenin in Moscow in the early days! What happiness to be alive - to be fighting then.