Judge Litten Mandrake: It is time to remove Mr. McNamara. He is no longer loyal.
Monica Jones: Melons are like boyfriends. Shall I tell you why? To get a single good one you must one hundred try.
Bludworth: In death, there are no accidents, no coincidences, no mishaps and no escapes.
Ann Black: "If you were never down, how would you know when you were up?"
Joe White: You have a gift for words.
Ann Black: It's in your play.
Kuki Gallmann: We think we control this place, but this place controls us.
Sheila: Well Mr. Phipps, you are in perilous danger of turning me back into a heterosexual.
Damodar: Just like you thieves, always taking things that don't belong to you.
Martan Ingram: First of all, it's not a "what", it's a WHO. And he is making a big splash, orca-style.
Norman: Claire, I don't know how to apologize to you for what I've done. But if you give me another chance, I promise you, I'll spend the rest of my life making you glad that you did. Please.
Erik Jones: I do ballet because it has nothing to do with the people. Give me tiaras and boys in tights any day.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Anonymous - like Homer, like the hills and clouds themselves.
Sara Coleridge: So long as Anonymous doesn't collect the fee.
Gangster 55: And you, Mr. Freddie Mays, you had to go swimming in her eyes. Dancing in her hair. You had to slip into her mouth, slide over her tongue. Fall down her throat, deep down into her belly. Right into her blood. You had to fall asleep wrapped around her beautiful, beating heart.
Banner in the back of Stanley's van: I'm the guy your mother warned you about.
Charlie: So, you're going to dinner with both of them? The girl you like and the girl you slept with?
Oscar: Yeah, my dad's coming too.
Diana Guzman: How come everything's gotta be romance with you?
Marisol: I live for that shit, what can I say?
Pam Byrnes: Geez, Dad. You ever think of knocking?
Jack Byrnes: Not in my own den. What are you two doing in here?
Larry: I'd say rounding 2nd base.
Simone 'Sissi' Schmidt: I wish I could have told the man his sweat smelled tasty. I guess he'd been sucking on a peppermint drop.
Dot: The guys paid a dollars apiece to find out if you're single.
Lydia Callahan: Tell the guys I have five husbands, each one rich, mean and jealous. I'll be rotatin' them through on a weekly basis.
Dot: That line will be all over the valley by breakfast.
Lydia Callahan: Oh, just tell 'em I own a rifle.
William Granther: Always do what you wish you could.