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.
Penn: Ah, the revolution! Starting in the most unlikely of places: Trump Casino, Atlantic City.
Mayor: Oh, crapola.
Alex Grady: It's late Tommy.
Tommy Lee: Dae Han is training just as hard.
Alex Grady: Yeah, but even Dae Han get sleep.
Tommy Lee: Are you sure about that?
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.
Ron Kovic: People say that if you don't love America, then get the hell out. Well, I love America.
Helen Downing: Back then, dinner and a movie might have gotten you into some girl's panties, but it's gonna take a lot more than that to get into mine.
Dr. Rachel Woodruff: And now, now I just wonder about some of these brilliant doctors of mine, you know, with their minds for medicine and their hearts for, what, real estate. You know, I wonder what they'd say to some lonely terrified patient, who grabs their hand and says, "Can you explain this to me? Can you help me accept this? Can you at least sit with me so I don't feel so alone?" Well, I bet they don't say anything because I didn't teach them to.
Mary Fisher: What's the matter with your clothes?
Nicolette: You did the laundry.
Pete Sandich: There's something fishy going on here, and I don't think it's the chicken.
Halley Reed: I wanted to give you this letter back.
Clifford Stern: It's my one love letter.
Halley Reed: It's beautiful. I'm just the wrong person.
Clifford Stern: It's probably just as well. I plagiarized most of it from James Joyce. You probably wondered why all the references to Dublin.
Kate: Are you going to walk me home? Or should I just get murdered on my own?
Hughie Warriner: Don't you believe me?
Bill Roberts: There's gonna be one more killing here tonight.
Scott McCarthy: Never sneak up on a man when he's blasting Metallica.
Tony Vincenti: Who the hell are you kidding? You're going up there to take on Casper the fucking ghost. You don't need a detective... you need Bill Murray for Christ's sake.
Valmont: You want me to seduce a little girl, who has seen nothing, who knows nothing, who'll probably flop on her back out of simple curiosity? You don't need me for that. Anyone can do that.
Martin: I realise you must have gone through hell.
Justin Jones: Gone? Bitch, we're still here.
Brian Kelly: I don't know what's worse: getting blown up in nuclear war or having a 7-11 on every corner.
Wallace: No cheese, Gromit! Not a bit in the house.