Reverend Mother: Girl groups? Boogie-Woogie on the piano? What were you thinking?
Dolores: I was thinking more like Vegas, you know? Get some butts in the seats.
Stoney: If you're edged 'cause I'm weazin all your grindage, just chill. 'Cause if I had the whole brady bunch thing happenin' at my pad, I'd go grind over there, so don't tax my gig so hard-core cruster.
Captain Ron: Hey! Uh, leg feels a lot better now, boss. I always been a fast healer, you know. 'Course I believe in Jesus, so that helps.
Vinny Gambini: Everything that guy just said is bullshit.
Duke Henry: I am Henry the Red, Duke of Shale, Lord of the Northlands and leader of its people.
Ash: Well hellooo Mister Fancypants. I've got news for you pal, you ain't leading but two things right now: Jack and shit... And Jack just left town.
Linda Powell: I think that, a) you have an act, and that, b) not having an act is your act.
Kevin McCallister: Howdy do. This is Peter McCallister, the father. I'd like a hotel room please, with an extra large bed, a TV, and one of those little refrigerators you have to open with a key. Credit card? You got it.
Gordon Bombay: Keep swingin'. Maybe you'll give them a cold.
Lloyd: You hang up the phone, you leave the sardines, and you got out with the newspaper.
Fran: A life lived in fear is a life half lived.
Ebenezer Scrooge: Spirit, tell me if Tiny Tim will live.
Ghost of Christmas Present: That is the future. My realm is the present. However, I see a vacant seat by the chimney corner and a crutch without an owner. If these shadows remain unaltered, I believe the child will die. But, what then? If he's going to die, he'd better do it and decrease the surplus population.
Carl: Forget it. It's a toy company.
Martin Bishop: Toy company my ass. That's laser fencing. There's high voltage around the perimeter. The whole building says go away.
Garth Algar: Uhm, Wayne? What do you do if every time you see this one incredible woman, you think you're gonna hurl?
Wayne Campbell: I say hurl. If you blow chunks and she comes back, she's yours. But if you spew and she bolts, then it was never meant to be.
Madeleine: Do you know that they do to soft, bald, overweight Republicans in prison, Ernest?
Ben: If you kill a whale, you get Greenpeace and Jacques Cousteau on your back, but wipe out sardines and you get a canning subsidy.
Hampton Pig: Speak to me, Plucky.
Plucky Duck: Auntie Em, is that you?
Porco Rosso: A pig's gotta fly.