Rob Geller: See ya around the Cell Block, Mrs. Robinson.
Maggie Carpenter: A girl can't get married in flannel.
Young Susan: Think up lots of stories for me and eat hundreds of tarts.
Voice of the Announcer: Meanwhile, back at Snidely's not-so-secret hideout.
Hilary: It's really easy to be a prude when you're not attracted to him, isn't it?
Oscar Novak: ...she has an ass so sexy, I struggle to understand it.
Lucy: You need to find somebody that likes you the way you are.
Kevin: And who would possibly like me the way I am?
Lucy: I have no idea.
Wayne Wayne Wayne Jr.: The Light is green.
Lysander: The course of true love never did run smooth.
Detective McBain: I think I made the age-old mistake: Never trust a beautiful woman.
Stevie: You didn't miss... You hit everything.
Ben Kurtzman: You don't walk out on Sinatra, sir.
Johnny: I've never felt this way before.
Helen: Of course not. You're twenty.
Gustave: I'll never forgive you, you know.
Valerie: For what?
Gustave: For marrying him instead of me.
Lois McNally: If you need anything call me, although I don't know how to do anything except buy clothes.
László: Everyone would like it all: something for the body, something for the soul. Something that fills you up, something that makes you hungry.
Dutch Van Den Broeck: What happens if you don't get elected?
Kay Chandler: The country goes to hell.
Michael Felgate: Well at least tell me what his restaurant is called, then I can sneak in, in a beard or something.
Gina Vitale: It's called The La Trattoria.
Michael Felgate: You mean La Trattoria.
Gina Vitale: No.
Michael Felgate: The La Trattoria means The The Trattoria.
Gina Vitale: I know.
Michael Felgate: Interesting. Look I have to go to the La Bathroom, and I'll be back in a sec.
Priest: It's a wonderful thing, as time goes by, to be with someone who looks into your face, when you've gotten old, and still sees what you think you look like.