Kathy: Hold me. Please hold me.
Emory Leeson: I am holding you.
Kathy: I know, but it's a woman thing. I have to say it.
Father Luke Brophy: She has an unGodly voice, maniacal facial expressions.
Father Jebedaiah Mayii: That doesn't prove a thing, she could be related to Joe Cocker.
Father Luke Brophy: No.
Father Jebedaiah Mayii: Could it be she had PMS?
George Jetson: Jane! Get me off this crazy thing.
Jack Merridew: Whats the matter tits! Were you afraid to bring it with you? Anyway the conch doesn't count anymore, Miss Piggy-tits.
Ralph: Stop that.
Jack Merridew: Nobody's interested in you and your fucking conch! Why don't you just take your fat friend and shove off! you've had all the meat you can eat. Come on hunters! Rogers the pig.
Lieutenant Laker: He was your superior, wasn't he?
Graham Marshall: No, he was my boss.
Moreau: Cassidy, we're going to stall, give me the fucking airplane.
Aunt Betty: There. What are you studying?
Troy McGreggor: French Revolution.
Aunt Betty: Oh, that looks more like World War Two.
Norman Bates: Oh, I've killed before, and now I'm gonna have to do it again.
Halston: Don't worry, Drogan. I'll kill your cat for you.
Drogan: Good. Kill it, bury it, and bring me its tail so I can throw it in the fire and watch it burn.
Elliot Hopper: Cancel the 5.
Carol: Oh, no! You can't cancel the 5.
Elliot Hopper: Then put the 5 at 4, and then cancel at 4.
Brad Little: Mr. Preston, this operation will be a failure if we all die.