Aunt Pristine Figg: Well, your little friends certainly are house broken, they've been here only five minutes and already they've broken the house.
Buddy Young, Jr.: I didn't take your life, Stan. I gave you one.
Stan: Yeah, but you coulda been nicer.
Jake Wyer: I got a plan. Full frontal assault.
Sam French: A full-frontal assault. That's your plan?
Jake Wyer: It's got the element of surprise.
Sam French: Suicide is always surprising.
Dick Nelson: That's my wife you got there! That's my planet you're blowing up! And that's... that's just some guy I met, but still, I think this thing has gone just a little too far.
Sarah Jane: Well, Mr. Anthony, I can tell you that no man has dressed up in my underclothes since the day my late husband died.
Daniel: Do you ever feel lost?
Claire Cooper: I invented it. It's mine.
Volare: Do you realise what I was doing at the age of seven?
Roland T. Flakfizer: I can imagine and you must be thankful you didn't go blind.
Volare: I was dancing professionally.
Roland T. Flakfizer: Whatever you call it. Flogging the carrot, polishing the cuestick, choking the chicken, clearing the snorkel.
Paul Matthews: You look familiar.
Prince Geoffrey: Yeah, I'm the Prince of England.
Spike: Ew, you're the ugliest bitch in perdition - but you've given me a beautiful idea.
Jack Eliot: We're not athletes, we're baseball players.