P.A. Announcer: The blouse man is on the premises.
Rob Geller: See ya around the Cell Block, Mrs. Robinson.
Daniel McMann: Look at the buses, watch 'em.
Carla Tate: Why, what are they gonna do?
Daniel McMann: They pull in, and then they pull out, and they turn, and they back up.
Dylan: I found him down by the pier.
Lila: Oh you bad dog! I should spank you.
Dylan: Ooh, hey, I was down by the pier too.
Voice of the Announcer: Meanwhile, back at Snidely's not-so-secret hideout.
Oscar Novak: ...she has an ass so sexy, I struggle to understand it.
Sarah: Are you on a new book?
Maurice Bendrix: Of course.
Sarah: It's not about us, is it? The one you threatened to write?
Maurice Bendrix: A book takes a year to write. It's too hard work for revenge.
Sarah: If only you knew how little you had to revenge.
Maurice Bendrix: I'm joking. We are adults. We knew it had to end some time. Now we can have lunch and talk about your husband.
Stephie: You just stay the fuck away from B.
Gertrude: Yes, Arthur, it is Robert himself who wishes to retire from public life.
Lord Arthur Goring: Rather than risk losing your love, he would do anything. Has he not been punished enough?
Gertrude: We've both been punished. I set him up too high.
Lord Arthur Goring: Do not set him down now too low.
Wayne Wayne Wayne Jr.: The Light is green.
Dutch Van Den Broeck: What happens if you don't get elected?
Kay Chandler: The country goes to hell.
Detective McBain: I think I made the age-old mistake: Never trust a beautiful woman.
Nolan Traynor: We can get other jobs.
Amanda Shelton: Sure, we can take out an add. We can afford it. "Situation Wanted: Shitty chef and sous chef seek restaurant to ruin."
Jimmie: Just give me the damn symbolic vaginas.
Marco: You are sick.
Edmund Bertram: There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time.
Bottom the Weaver: Since lion vile hath here deflowered my dear.
Peter Quince: Devoured.
Andre: She's just upset because the fish on her plate is the only kind she can eat.
Valerie Sors: My darling, you are not in prison. They are.
Nels Gudmundsson: Accident rules every corner of the universe... except perhaps the chambers of the human heart.