Cliff Spab: I'd like to live forever... but only for a little while.
The Shadow: The weed of crime bears bitter fruit.
Margaret Sullivan: Isn't that wonderful? Your Grandfather gave you the twins.
Billy Heywood: I would rather have my Grandfather.
David Stephens: And how would you react, then, if I told you I was the Antichrist?
Fred Flintstone: I'm only one man.
Barney Rubble: Not from the back.
Helen Sinclair: Two martinis please, very dry.
David Shayne: How'd you know what I drank?
Helen Sinclair: Oh, you want one too? Three.
Susan Hendler: Of course everyone knows! I'm so old fashioned, I greet my employees with a handshake.