Russell Casse: Hello boys! I'm baaack!
Stan Podalak: Let me help! Let me help! I can help! I can help!
Michael Jordan: What can you do?
Stan Podalak: Well, I may not be very tall, but... I'm slow.
Sylvester: And large.
Daffy Duck: And a dork.
William Riker: Someone once said, "Don't try to be a great man. Just be a man, and let history make its own judgment."
Zefram Cochrane: That's rhetorical nonsense! Who said that?
William Riker: You did! Ten years from now.
[Professor Klump struggles to fit into his chair because of his obese size, before finally getting in.]
Dean Richmond: Anything I can get for you? Juice? Coffee? Rack of lamb?
Tails: Sonic! Help me, please! Please, help, Sonic.
Sonic: Grrrr... shut UP, tails.
Taffy Dale: Guess it wasn't the dove.
Kate Reilly: Who named them graboids anyway?
Earl Bassett: A friend of ours, Walter Chang, he named them. Then they ate him.
The Doctor: Grace, I came back to life. I held back death. Look, I can't make your dream come true forever, but I can make it come true today..
Plane Voice: Good morning, Dr. Meecham.
Tom Servo: Good morning, Voice.
Plane Voice: Hope you slept well.
Mike Nelson: 'Cause it's time to die.
Sticks: Man. Twenty-first century and they still can't dance.
Dr. David Krane: I'm telling you that your formula works, and you're telling me about rats.
Dr. Martha Briggs: Okay... okay, I want you in my lab. I need uh, full blood work, an EKG, full respiratory - and a brain scan wouldn't be a bad idea. Make sure you have one.
Michael: I like it here, it's quiet. Nobody ever bothers a librarian.
John Merchant: For God's sake.
Pinhead: Do I look like someone who cares what God thinks?
Hyena-Swine: Tell me, why you make the pain, if we are your children.
Ilana Green: I get so damned apocalyptic when I drink.
Benjamin Trace: I came to save you, Job.
Job: In here, I am the savior.
Snake: Which one of you assholes gets to die trying to stick me?