Liza Chamberlain: Cody, do you cook?
Cody Abilene: Not much.
Liza Chamberlain: Well, what do you usually make for dinner?
Cody Abilene: Reservations.
Luis Molina: The nicest thing about feeling happy is that you think you'll never be unhappy again.
Captain Rhodes: Go on run, run you fucking lunatics.
Jason: What are you people doing here? We can't continue the story 'til Tom gets back.
Harold: Oh, we don't mind observing you all.
Harold's Wife: Yes. My husband is a student of the human personality.
Rita: Oh yeah, well we're not human.
Harold's Wife: It doesn't matter to Harold. He has trouble with humans.
Street Pickup: Why don't you just go home?
Paul Hackett: Pal, I've been asking myself that all night.
Mark: Thats Eddie Dutra, He's about as much fun as a rabid dog.
Col. Malcolm Grommett Spears: I will permit this colored man to speak. But speak one word of the Commie party, or one word in code, and I will blow his head off.
Sheila: You were a rotten dancer.
Zach: Why do you think I became your choreographer?
Brennan: Hey Sarge! You know how a Camacho's like a cue ball? Cause the harder you hit 'em, the better their English gets.
Frankie Croyden: How many bullets are left in this gun, Nick? Enough for Morgan? For my father? For everybody else who doesn't fit in your turf?
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.
Noa: You little bug-lover, I've told you and I've told you I don't want no strangers around here and look what you've done, you've brought them here and don't even know who they are. Who are you?
Shirley: Oh, thank you, Baba Rama Nana!
David Howard: I've seen the future! And it's a bald-headed man from New York.
Mikhail Rostov: 18 hours from now, America will be a different place.
Rachel Lapp: Are you enjoying your reading?
John Book: Oh yeah. I'm learning a lot about manure. Very interesting.