Elliot Wilhelm: When are you going to call me?
Chili Palmer: When your phone rings.
Bree Osbourne: My body may be a work-in-progress, but there is nothing wrong with my soul.
Shane Wolfe: Rule number one: never be too eager to rush your opponent.
Valiant: It's not the size of your wingspan that counts, no, it's the size of your spirit.
T.J. Hicks: Did you know Holland invented chicken and waffles?
Deuce Bigalow: Really?
T.J. Hicks: Before that you could get chicken or waffles, but they were the first to put them together! Black people all over the world will be forever grateful to the Dutch for that.
Deuce Bigalow: You know the Dutch started the slave trade.
T.J. Hicks: Those mother fuckers.
Mayor Buckman: Got any last requests, boy?
Malcolm: Yeah. Kiss my black ass.
Hadley Wolfmeyer: What kind of a dickhead runs away with his secretary? That is lame, take a right, make a left at pathetic.
Maitre D': Whats wrong with him?
Elizabeth Masterson: It's a tension pneumothorax.
David Abbott: I think it's a tension nemothax, sir.
Elizabeth Masterson: Pneumothorax.
David Abbott: Nuemathax, sir.
Elizabeth Masterson: Pneumothorax.
David Abbott: Numathurman.
Elizabeth Masterson: Never mind.
David Abbott: Never mind.
Mrs. Towner: When did y'all get to be so integrated around here?
Lynn: This morning.
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.
Isabel Bigelow: Guess what? I'm a witch.
Jack Wyatt: Guess what? I'm a Clippers fan.
Pickle Factory boss: Writer huh? Are you sure?
Henry Chinaski: No, I'm not. I'm halfway through a novel.
Pickle Factory boss: What's it about?
Henry Chinaski: Everything.
Pickle Factory boss: It's about... cancer?
Henry Chinaski: Yes.
Pickle Factory boss: How about my wife?
Henry Chinaski: She's in there too.
The Wolf: I'm allergic to yodeling.
Tom Baker: What do you do for a living Eliot?
Eliot: Well... I'm in 8th grade.
Emily Barnes: If there's anything that I know, it's that love is infinite. You can always make more when you need it. And just because you wanna give some to somebody else, doesn't mean that you'll take any away from me.
Reggie: I see buckets of dead relatives! Extra crispy! Extra crispy.
Mr. Marks: Do I smell the revolting stench of self-esteem?
Nick Persons: Come on, you're driving like a old lady.
Ernst: No, no, you watch. Ernst knows how to drive.
Dr. Possible: Kimmie needs our help.
Dr. Ann Possible: Okay, we're talking about giant robots, here.
Dr. Possible: Giant cybertronic robots.
Jim Possible: Giant cybertronic robots armed with state-of-the-art weapons.
Tim Possible: Aww, Kim doesn't stand a chance.
Dr. Possible: Boys, how many times have I told you? Anything's possible, for a Possible.