Diamond: Make the money, don't let it make you.
Hopper: If I didn't promise my mother on her deathbed that I wouldn't kill you, I'd kill you!
Molt: You know, no-one appreciates that more than I do.
Kevin: A knight proves his worthiness by his deeds.
Major Chip Hazard: If it lacerates or detonates, I want it mobile and I want it lethal.
Daryl Zero: You're watching whales? Fuck the whales.
The Narrator: Something broke through the terror - flickerings, fragments of his short life, the random events that delivered him to this, his moment of annihilation. As terror gave way to exhaustion, Babe turned to his attacker, his eyes filled with one simple question: Why?
Z: Let's be real about this. Bala and I... Bala is a princess, and I'm a soil relocation engineer.
Stu: Okay, maybe real fire isn't the best idea for a children's toy.
Dorian: I'd like to be the father-to-be.
Sally: You can't be the father and the brother! That's the kind of thing that messes kids up.
Robert Boyd: Time for some serious self-exploration - how do I function. For real! No more bullshit. Can I keep my cool when they bounce my bananas, when they won't play my song, etc, etc, etc. Do you get me? DO you GET ME?
Michael Berkow: Not really, no.
Ivy: Somebody has to teach this beautiful bird some manners. Might as well be me.
Paulie: What's wrong with my manners?
Dedee Truitt: Lucia and Carl had their baby. You can imagine the pick of that litter. It was the kind of kid that if you played with it too much after a feeding, you threw up.
Charlie: You the man.
Jack: No, I'm the snowman.
Hallie: Come on, I want you to meet Daddy.
Duncan: You mean the President?.. Of our country?
Children: Witch! Witch! You're a bitch! Witch! Witch! You're a bitch.
Sally Owens: You'd think after three hundred years they'd come up with a better rhyme.
David: Yeah, where's our lawyer?
Big Bob: Oh, I think we want to keep these proceedings as pleasant as possible.
Rodney Fraser: One shouldn't be too hard on oneself when the object of one's affection returns the favor with rather less enthusiasm than one might have hoped.
Luke: Anna! You do not run out on your mother.
Anna Harrison: No, that's your job.
Miss Clavel: You're giving me a gray hair.
Madeline: Could I see?
Miss Clavel: No.
Cisco: That mother fucker loaded...he got piles of cash just layin' around the crib.