Bill McKay: So vote once, vote tuh-wice, for Bill McKay... you middle-class honkies.
Don Lope de Aguirre: Perucho, don't you think the cannon might be a little bit rusty?
Perucho: It might.
Charlie Brown: If I don't find out what happened to Snoop, I think I'll go out of my mind.
Linus: If you'll calm down for a minute, Charlie Brown, I may able to conduct a little private investigation.
Charlie Brown: Just what I need, a blanket-carrying Sherlock Holmes.
Harry Lomart: You conniving bitch.
Judge Roy Bean: The last time that bear ate a lawyer, he had the runs for thirty-three days.
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.
Abel Marsh: It's true what they say about Dobermans. I guess that's why they say it.
Douglass Dilman: When you justify murder in the name of morality, you've done nothing but murder your morality.
Tang Lung: Movement number 4: Dragon seeks path. Hi-yah!" (Tang kicks, knocking a hoodlum unconscious) "Dragon whips his tail.
Tang Lung: Let him know. If I ever see him here again... he won't leave alive.