Greg Sanders: For the record, I really like having a penis.
Jeff: I love the word naked, it's brilliant isn't it, 'naked'. When I was a kid I used to write the word naked on a bit of paper hundreds of times and rub my face in it.
Dylan Hunt: It's a little known law of thermodynamics: The Conservation of Optimism: There's only so much to go around.
Christopher Titus: Cain slew Abel... oh, happy, happy Cain.
Original Cindy: He's from Manticore, huh? Say what you want - they sure know how to make 'em pretty.
Max Guevera/X5-452: Try spending an afternoon with him. He'll drive you crazy with his laughing, and his talking, and his breathing.
Original Cindy: Sugar, you got issues.
Baron Harkonnen: And so it begins. The trap is set. The prey approaches. A glorious winter is about to descend on House Atreides and all its heirs, and very soon, the years of humiliation visited upon my family will finally be avenged.
Opening theme song: Yes, no, maybe, I don't know, can you repeat the question? You're not the boss of me now, You're not the boss of me now, You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big. You're not the boss of me now, You're not the boss of me now, You're not the boss of me now, and you're not so big. Life is unfair.
Carl: If you need anything, you know who to look to. Someone else.
Bernard: I can feel pieces of my brain falling away like a wet cake.
Louis Stevens: I am making a quality cucumber shake here.
Ren Stevens: Not on my time.
Larry: You don't work. You're unemployed.
Cheryl: Loving you is my job, Larry.
Buzz: There seems to be no sign of intelligent life anywhere.
Debbie: Now, you'd better get out of here before me and my fag friends beat the living shit out of you.
Captain William Mitchell: Joel, where have you been?
Joel Rawlings: Sir, I was on a... secret mission. So secret, even you didn't know about it.
Captain William Mitchell: At the flower shop?
Jackie: Wait! Bayblonian urn.
Ratso: What's a Babylonian urn?
Finn: Probably more than we do!
Susan: I have decided to put an end to this madness that is ruining all our lives.
Michael: You're going to kill dad?
Logan Hughes: I'm not wearing any of Dominic's old clothes.
Jimmy Hughes: Now you're being picky? The last three mornings I had to make you spit out Dominic's gum.
Darien Fawkes: From now on, the glass is half full.
The Keeper: Much better.
Darien Fawkes: Unfortunately, it's filled with blood.
