Red Bean's Mother: You ate my chicken ass, now I'm going to eat your ass.
John Manly: Kind treatment makes good horses, Joe. Bad treatment ruins them.
Eva: EW! I am so not letting you eat lizards! From now on you are on a strict "no-yuck" diet.
Mowgli: The more I learn what is a man, the more I want to be an animal.
Jack Hammond: That's the question on the minds of all your viewers? Whether I run out of gas or not? Tell you what, Jer. You let your viewers know that I hope Miss Voss' fear and my desperation are entertainment enough for them. After all, that is what this is all about, isn't it? The story. As it breaks. Live. Coming to you from the bad guy himself. I mean we wouldn't want your viewers to change the fucking channel, now, would we?
Wade: I'm in charge now. I could bury you and Roarke tonight. I could do anything I want with you.
Gail: Then go ahead. Don't keep telling me how tough you are, Wade, just show me.
Lt. General W.O. West: So you think you've solved in fourteen days what they couldn't solve in two years?
Bark Troll: Hey, something's burning back here. Oh no, it's me. Help! Somebody! Anybody! Get me some baking soda! I'm kindling.
John Slade: The name's Slade.
Julian Rogers: Super. Here's an idea. Why don't you spell it out for me so I can get it right on your tombstone.