Vivian: Philip, when I met you, you were into James Brown.
Will: He liked James Brown?
Vivian: Even wore his hair like him.
Will: He had hair?
Det. Lennie Briscoe: I'm trying to decide what to arrest you for - obstruction of justice, harboring a fugitive or just being a general pain in the ass.
Hyacinth: If my Sheridan were here he'd be appalled.
Adam: I'm sure everyone here is fascinated to hear more pop psychiatry from number fifty-four in his class at Columbia Med.
Victor Meldrew: I wonder what the point is of living? It doesn't seem to get you anywhere.
Alan Decker: It's okay. I'm used to the callous attitude mortals have towards vampires. I'm used to wandering the earth - reviled, hunted, hated. That's why I became a lawyer.
Blaine Edwards: This title gets the around the world and back snap.
Dale Cooper: Harry, is that bag smiling?
Jeeves: Am I to infer sir that you might be offering yourself for election?
Bertie: Your inference is as always slap on the button and leading by a length in the final furlong, Jeeves.
Brandon Walsh: It was good to see you back at the Peach Pit tonight. I know it took a lot of courage.
Brenda Walsh: Brandon, please, I've had quite enough praise for a while.
Brandon Walsh: All right, you're a huge loser. How's that?
Brenda Walsh: Oh, much better.
Jackie Rodowsky: She's a girl! Girls are totally gross!
Mary Anne Spier: Gee, thanks!
Dawn Schaffer: And what are we, space mutants?
Jackie Rodowsky: You're... you're.
Kristy Thomas: Better make this good Jackie!
Jackie Rodowsky: You're... you're baby-sitters!
