
Cliff: Who wants to do a bong... how about you.

Cass Lake: We're six floors up. No-one can see you.
Off-screen voice: Hey, Cass. Who's your new friend?

Felix Ungar: Look, we have to have a plan, agreed?
Oscar Madison: Agreed.
Felix Ungar: Okay. What do you think the plan should be?
Oscar Madison: I don't care. I agreed. I did my part.

Joan: When was having sex or not having sex not a problem?

François Pignon: Do you sleep with all your editors?
Pierre Brochant: None of your damn business.

Max Fischer: Thay are going to cancel Latin. They've got to make room for Japanese.
Rosemary Cross: Well that's a shame because all the Romance languages are based on Latin.
Max Fischer: Yeah, they are, aren't they.
Rosemary Cross: Nihilo sanctum estne?
Max Fischer: What's that? Oh, it's Latin. What does that mean?
Rosemary Cross: Is nothing sacred?

Jay Murphy: It's hard to tell how many emotions were real and how many were manufactured just to get the other person to bring over more pot.

Daphne Blake: What I need is a real, live ghost.
Velma Dinkley: That's an oxymoron, Daph.

Alice Kinnon: Do you really think we know each other well enough to move in together?
Charlotte Pingress: Well, maybe that's good.
Alice Kinnon: Its not just that we don't know each other well. I'm not even sure we really like each other.
Charlotte Pingress: That's okay. You know, Alice, I'm not so much of a bitch as I seem.

Lily Marlowe: Max is like a little dog. He's always sniffing around where it's not polite.

Ricky Hayman: Good. Better. Best. Never let it rest, 'til your good is Better and your better is best.