Private: Skipper, should we tell them the ship is out of gas?
Skipper: Nah. Just smile and wave, boys. Smile and wave.
[Quartermaine's hairpiece has been sucked up in the bunvac.]
Lord Victor Quartermaine: I want...toupee, please.
Wallace: Oh, grand. We take cheques or cash.
Lord Victor Quartermaine: Toupee, you idiot. My hair is in your machine.
Wallace: Oh, no, it's only rabbits in there. The hare I think you'll find is a much larger mammal.
Barkis Bittern: Can a heart still break once it's stopped beating?
Stitch: Stitch not bad. Stitch fluffy.
Stewie Griffin: Look, I really don't want to go to hell, but I can't stop my nature. I'm just a hateful person.
Brian Griffin: You're not hateful you just need to control your anger. Like I do.
Stewie Griffin: Oh, you mean by being sauced all day! Wait a minute! Of Course! That's it! If I'm drunk I'll be calm and if I'm calm I'll be nice, and if I'm nice then I won't go to hell. Fix me a highball I'm going to get good and tight.
Buck Cluck: You gotta be ready to listen to your children, even if they have nothing to say.
Fender : Welcome to Robot City. If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere. And if you can't make it there, welcome to the club.
Valiant: It's not the size of your wingspan that counts, no, it's the size of your spirit.
Red: What big ears you have.
The Wolf: All the better to hear your many criticisms.
Dylan: Chill out guys, I've got something stashed that just might help.
Brian: Dylan, we don't have time to indulge in recreational activities.
Cloud: I was right. I'm no good to anyone. Vincent. What do you know about this?
Vincent Valentine: I come here often.
Kim: This is what happens when a rocket scientist and a brain surgeon reproduce.
The Penguin: Agh! Dead guys don't do that.
Dracula: Not dead... UN-dead.
The Penguin: I think I need to UN-wet my pants.
Fred Jones: All right, gang, this is it. When the going gets tough, what do we do?
Shaggy: Bury our heads in the sand?
