Wong Fei Hung: Why so many swords and daggers on the table?
Johnny: You're not wasting my time, I'm just cooling.
Pete: I've known Mike Church forever. He would never hurt her.
Franklyn Madson: This is fate we're talking about, and if fate works at all, it works because people think that this time, it isn't going to happen.
Sara: What did you have in mind?
Harris: Well, I was thinking of taking you on a cultural tour of L.A.
Sara: That's the first fifteen minutes, then what?
Harris: All right, a cynic. First stop is six blocks from here.
Sara: Why don't we walk?
Harris: Walk? A walk in L.A.?
Daniel: They have an afterworld of their own.
Father Laforgue: They have no concept of one.
Daniel: Annuka told me they believe that in the forest at night the dead can see. The souls of men hunt the souls of animals.
Father Laforgue: Is that what she told you? It is childish, Daniel.
Daniel: Is it harder to believe in than Paradise where we all sit on clouds and look at God?
Ralph Jones: There's no problem that can't be ignored if we really put our minds to it.
Malachi: And may I assume from the intense odor of mayonnaise you'll be dining in tonight?
Victor Geddes: Uh, actually, no, we're going out, right, honey?
Hilary O'Neil: Sure.
Victor Geddes: We're going out.
Josephine's Mother: No one's ever been able to tell that girl anything... least of all me.
Nick Fifer: I don't know how our marriage lasted.
Deborah Fifer: Mutual death wish.
Ted Bukovsky: Next time shit before you sign in. Shit! Sign in! In the car.
George Kuffs: Am I gonna be tested on this later?
Jack Gable: Jack Gable: I am dead! I'm in Hell! And my punishment, is to spend eternity on my own show.
Sarah Hargrave: I may be young, captain, but I have spent three years in a climate of fearsome heat, with insects as big as rats and rats as big as cats! I can certainly deal with deck and down with fever.
Dan Merrick: You know what I like best about amnesia?
Judith Merrick: What?
Dan Merrick: After seven years of marriage, I get to fall in love with you all over again.
Lisa Provolone: You kept me a prisoner up here - like Rapunzel.
Snaps: Well, you certainly ain't Snow White.
Sophia: Look at the example you've set! Filling the house with thugs, goons, and hit men.
Snaps: All right... sometimes I had to bring my work home with me.
Grace: You're a little tense, don't you think?
Al: Who wouldn't be tense? This music could make Will Rogers punch a nun.
Rosalie: Hey, you got the elevator fixed, Frankie.
Frank: Hey, not for you, Rosie. There's still a one-ton load limit.