Princess Bunhead: You'll never get away with this, Black Helmet Man! You are bad! You are bad and we are good! Your badness will be the end of you, and our goodness will be our triumph! Bad is bad - good is good! Bad-bad-good-bad! Good-good-bad-good, bad! Good.
Judge Tolliver: Myrl Redding didn't fail the law. The law failed Myrl.
Jimmie: Just give me the damn symbolic vaginas.
Marco: You are sick.
Candy Striper: Hello Miss Sad Pants, and her friend, Serious Sally! How about a nice cool mint to help turn those frowns upside down?
Loretta: Do you think a nice cool mint would help if I shoved your head up your ass?
Mary Crawford: Gentlemen, please. Fanny Price is as fearful of praise and notice as other women are of neglect.
Alan Mann: I can't fart loud enough to express my opinion.
Amédée: Being free, in short, is not doing nothing, but being the sole decider of what to do or what not to do.
Johnny: I've never felt this way before.
Helen: Of course not. You're twenty.
Elsa Morganthal Strauss-Armistan: If I hadn't been there for you then, you wouldn't be here for me NOW.
Satan: You read that overblown press kit they call the Bible. You know what you're going to find out? Shit happens.
Sinead: I'm Sinead. I like pain. I'm a homosexual.
Voice of the Announcer: Meanwhile, back at Snidely's not-so-secret hideout.
The Ghost of Christmas Present: You should have accepted Fred's invitation to dine.
Mr. Ebenezer Scrooge: What?
The Ghost of Christmas Present: For Fran's sake, if not for yours.
Bryce: I only wanted to get laid, instead I'm getting fucked.
Oliver Lang: I'm a messenger Michael, I'm a messenger! There's millions of us, waiting to take up arms, ready to spread the word... millions of us.
Michael Faraday: No! The government's not who you're killing.
Oliver Lang: Yes. Yes... they'll pay. They'll pay for their sins. Their lies.
Michael Faraday: You're killing children! Children die.
Oliver Lang: Children... I know that. This is war, Michael. In a war, children die.
Burke: Listen, I just want to make a deal here. Can we make a deal?
Ronna: Who the hell are you? Monty Hall?
Ellie: These matches are disappointing me.
Jimmy Sands: Clip their wings? Man, could you just shoot their damn heads off? And don't miss.
Narrator: The male and female feed on a meal of dead earth creature and vegetation.