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.
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.
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.
Garth Algar: If she were a president, she would be Baberaham Lincoln.
Rizzo the Rat: There are two things I hate: heights and jumping from them.
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.
Madeleine: Do you know that they do to soft, bald, overweight Republicans in prison, Ernest?
Fester: Hey dude, what time does school get out?
Hammer: I don't know. I never stayed to the end.
Hampton Pig: Speak to me, Plucky.
Plucky Duck: Auntie Em, is that you?
Porco Rosso: A pig's gotta fly.
Holli Would: You want to know what it is about you that really kicks my ass, Harris?
Frank Harris: How about my foot?