Mr. Perdue, Maitre D' at L'Idiot: You think with a statement like this you can have the duck?
Chef: He can have the chicken.
Jason Williamson: You were in the marines?
Hollywood Montrose: Yes they were looking for a few good men and... so was I.
Ethan O'Fallon: Now look, Hallie, you can ask for toys, parakeets, hair care products, I don't care. But you may not ask for anything to do with interpersonal relationships! Got it? This is Santa Claus, not Dear Abby.
Rosalie: Hey, you got the elevator fixed, Frankie.
Frank: Hey, not for you, Rosie. There's still a one-ton load limit.
Louison: One must always forgive.
Julie Clapet: Depends. It's not always possible.
Louison: Don't say that. No one is entirely evil. It's circumstance. Or they don't realise the wrong.
Al: Come on, what do I gotta do?
Patricia: You could crawl through broken glass on your hands and knees with a sign on your back that says asshole. That might get you in the door.
Nick Fifer: I don't know how our marriage lasted.
Deborah Fifer: Mutual death wish.
Johnny Murata: This may sound strange for a cop: Let's get the fuck out of here.
TV Play-by-Play Announcer: Welcome everyone to the Pontiac Silverdome, where the Green Bay Packers are about to take on the division-leading Detroit Lions.
Lori Craven: Hi. Uh, I'm Lori Craven and... I'm an actress.
Betsy Faye Sharon: An actress! Really! How nice for you! I'm Betsy Faye Sharon and I'm a bitch. Now get out of here.
Shep Ramsey: Anti-freeze.