Zombie: Send... more... paramedics.
Brave Heart Lion: A world without caring? This doesn't look like the Earth you talked about.
Tender Heart Bear: We've got stop it before it gets worse.
Gentle Heart Lamb: I don't think this place could get any worse.
Pee-wee: There's a lotta things about me you don't know anything about, Dottie. Things you wouldn't understand. Things you couldn't understand. Things you shouldn't understand.
Dottie: I don't understand.
Pee-wee: You don't wanna get mixed up with a guy like me. I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel. So long, Dott.
Mark Kendall: Oh, Robin, please?
Robin Pierce: Mark, we've been through this sex thing a million times.
Mark Kendall: Half way through it a million times. It's what people do when they're in love! It's natural. It's right.
Robin Pierce: Well it's not natural or right for me to do it in a car.
Mark Kendall: What about an ice cream truck?
Caesar: I will reason with him, I'll appeal to his better nature.
Rooney: Oh, you're gonne reason with a grown man in a dress?
Russell Walker: It's happening just like I told you. Right?
Rick: Just like you told me.
Russell Walker: That's right.
Rick: We're selling records we don't even have. A hit record is the worst thing that could've happened to us. I don't know what you're thinkin' about, man.
Russell Walker: That's minor.
Rick: We have no money. We can't press up any more records.
President Grimshaw: I don't want to see you near my daughter again. That innocent little flower is my treasure.
Bobby: I got it covered.
Cooper: Hulse, I want you to put a special mike on him tonight, one that isolates everything he plays from the rest of the orchestra. Carson, you link it into the gblx 1000 computer.
Maddy: The gblx?
Cooper: Yeah. That thing'll break any code.
Maddy: But that's in control of our entire missile defense system.
Cooper: Honey, will you please - what are the odds of the Russians attacking on a Thursday night?
Dogati: No more Wagner.
Shirley: Oh, thank you, Baba Rama Nana!
'Chocolate Chip' Charlie W. Hobbs: Don't you know who I am? I am Chocolate-Chip Charlie! My hands are registered with the Medford, Georgia, police as lethal weapons, and I eat them guns for breakfast.
Sheila: You were a rotten dancer.
Zach: Why do you think I became your choreographer?
Clark Griswold: There's Buckingham Palace, kids. That's where the Queen lives and works.
Audrey Griswold: Works? What does she do, Dad?
Clark Griswold: She queens... and vacuums.
Gib: Sorry I'm late. There was this big problem... and I'm late because of it.
Sally Ann: Polly got in one good peck before that cat killed her. Good for Polly.
Hugh: I certainly never realised that Polly had such a big pecker.
Monty Brewster: Marilyn? I could die in this room.
David Howard: Shut up Brad! Your song stunk, I hate your suit and I could hurt you.
Don King: Mr. Chairman, we are a company on the move. I have two mega stocks and a super promotional idea that can bring INC from $500 million, to $1 billion in gross revenue. That is not about white power, nor is it about black power. It's about green power! Money! M-O-N-E-Y! We're talking about geometric progression. One... four... eight... 16... the numbers boggle the mind! So in conclusion, all we have to do is to get off the dime, and put this show on the road. Thank you very much.