
Holly Hamilton: I'm whipped, so time to hit the sheets, even though I have no idea which box there in.

Museum Person: Good God.
Loki: And don't you forget it.

Jim: You have a girlfriend, Evil?
Evil: Nah. I use hookers. It's cheaper.

Special Agent Derrick Vann: I'm gonna check the front of my car. If it smells like ass, I'm gonna beat you like a runaway slave.

Casey Carlyle: What's wrong with wanting to feel strong and graceful and beautiful for once in my life?

Daltry Calhoun: Get high on grass! The legal kind.

Isabelle Sorenson: You can kiss my self esteem butt, Donald Duck. Why tell your life story, and tell only the good parts?
Donald Morton: It's Donald Morton.
Isabelle Sorenson: You're missing my point.
Donald Morton: No I'm not! I just - never know what to say.

Steve Coogan: Womb with a view.

Albert Brooks: Write down that Polish jokes work everywhere.

Romy White: Why am I the only one who sees how great I am?

Mac McKing: If they were boys, we could beat 'em up.
David Durango: Well they ain't and we can't.