Check-Out Woman: Are you here all by yourself?
Kevin McCallister: Ma'am, I'm eight years old. You think I would be here *alone*? I don't think so.
Sylvia: Edward is a wonderful person, but something keeps me from saying yes.
Vera Bennington: Would that something happen to be a tall architecht?
Casey Jones: This is great. First it was The Farm That Time Forgot and now this. Why don't I ever fall in with people who own condos? Probably hard to get good maid service in a sewer. Maybe you guys should try Roto Rooter, huh?
Big Boy Caprice: Around me, if a woman don't wear mink, she don't wear nuttin'.
Breathless Mahoney: Well, I look good both ways.
Miss Bianca: Come on, darling. Let's get a move out.
Junior: Why does this guy love me? Why does any parent love any kid? Maybe it's one of those answers we'll never know, like how high is up? Why is the sky blue? And whatever happened to Mrs. Healy?
Genie: Hey, Pop! Give me a five! Get down! Get back! Get real! Get a haircut.
Ernest P. Worrell: Did you hear the one about the three legged dog that walked into a bar and said, "I'm lookin' for the guy that shot my paw."
Grand High Witch: This stinking little carbuncle has had five hundred doses! Aha, we are having Instantaneous action.
Sunburn: Huh. Talking looking glasses, tricky queens, secret doors. This place burns me up.
George Jetson: Jane! Get me off this crazy thing.
Trudy: Pantaloon.
Trudy: You meddling old fool.
Bastian Bux: All right, Xayide. I will make my last wish. I wish... for you to have a heart.