Amy Archer: Finally there would be a thingamajig that would bring everyone together. Even if it kept them apart, spatially.
Jafar: Iago, you betrayed me and allied yourself with my enemies! Then you turned on them as soon at it was in your best interests. That's what I love about you. You're so perfectly predictable. A villain through and through.
Felix Cortez: What would you say if I promised you that I would reduce the cocaine shipments to your country by half?
James Cutter: I'd say you were using too much of your own product.
Vincent Eastman: We weren't a family. We were a corporation. With a kid.
Eva: EW! I am so not letting you eat lizards! From now on you are on a strict "no-yuck" diet.
Johnny McFarley: Hey Peaches, want some ribs?
Darcy: He said you're a hard man. Just how hard are you, Mr. Jones?
David Sloan: Um... hard enough.
Rock Reilly: Get in the van!
Ed: I gotta ask this question, or I wouldn't be doing my job. Would you care to comment on the rumor that you, uh, arranged for an automobile to be purchased for Neon Bodeaux?
Coach Bell: You know [sighs]. You know, Ed, you've just gotta get your mind out of the gutter. You know, you just gotta to start thinking straight. I mean, it's right there in front of you. For christsake, it wasn't an automobile. I mean, it was a fully loaded Lexus.
Alice Green: I'm waiting for my spanking.
Red Bean's Mother: You ate my chicken ass, now I'm going to eat your ass.
Ned Trent: Good. Nice sense of irony, blowing up the bomb unit. Ned, you may ask yourself, "Why is it my turn to die?" Ask God. He kills all the time. Why shouldn't I?
Raphael: Oh no, he's turning into that opera guy again.