Mayor: Oh, crapola.
Putnam: All right, I'm looking for a couple of kids. This one's a mental case, have you seen them?
Pinball Teen: Does he dress like you?
Putnam: No.
Pinball Teen: Then he can't be too much of a case, all right?
Daisy Werthan: It's 7:16.
Boolie Werthan: You should have a job on the radio announcing the time.
Mary Fisher: What's the matter with your clothes?
Nicolette: You did the laundry.
Police Chief Spiro T. Edsel: Use unnecessary force, if necessary.
Denis Dimbleby Bagley: My grandfather was caught molesting a wallaby in a private zoo in 1919.
Psychiatrist: A wallaby?
Denis Dimbleby Bagley: It may have been a kangaroo. I'm not sure.
Psychiatrist: You mean sexually?
Denis Dimbleby Bagley: I suppose so. He had his hand in its pouch.
Amos Reed: Let him go, Hooch! I'm sorry, Scott. I don't have the hand-strength I used to. You're OK, aren't you?
Scott Turner: Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I was looking forward to a nice quiet cup of coffee, but NOW I'M awake.
Kate: Are you going to walk me home? Or should I just get murdered on my own?
Wallace: No cheese, Gromit! Not a bit in the house.