Martha Sullivan: Maybe, if you could define for us, what you think the long term objective would be? What are we trying to achieve?
Günther Bachmann: To make the world safer place. Isn't that enough?
Madame Mallory: What is this flavor that is fighting against the chicken?
Hassan: I added some spices for flavor to the sauce, and coriander for garnish and freshness.
Madame Mallory: But why change a recipe that is 200 years old?
Hassan: Because, madam, maybe 200 years is long enough.
Sgt. Lance Dawson: Staff Sergeant Lance Dawson, United States Army, serial number DL3268.
Madec: I kill you.
Rick Reynolds: I don' think that went as bad as you think it did. She'll make a ruling in a few days. Who knows, she may even surprise us.
Elliot Anderson: I couldn't have been a worse witness if I tried. No way in hell she's not gonna take Eloise away from me. Not a shot in hell.
Rick Reynolds: Ah, come on, you were great. Not a lot of the other Klan members could be that articulate.
Agnes: Kids, this is... this is mommy's Hector.
Principal Truman: Two suspensions. The first was in September, for rewiring the cheerleaders fund-raiser money to a koala bear sanctuary.
Felix O'neil: Noble cause, don't you think?
Principal Truman: I think you owe an apology to a dozen cheerleaders.
Felix O'neil: I think that there are two dozen koalas that would disagree with that, Gary,.
Ruben: Why are their eyes so big?
Walter Keane: Eyes are the windows to the soul.
Chrystal: What's the point in giving love if nobody gives it back?
Grumpy Cat: That's how we feel. Contrary to that sign on the door, we're not pets. I mean until somebody takes us home and loves us, we're just animals.
Mr. Poppy: Santastic.
Glenn Kenneth: Please don't hurt me. I have two kittens.
Jay Wheeler: What did you do?
Daisy Kensington: I threw his keys away.
Jay Wheeler: Why?
Daisy Kensington: Cus if you go to jail, we can't be together.
Jay Wheeler: You are hardcore.
Daisy Kensington: I am?
Moza: Good evening, a table for one?
Cuenca: I see you're good at math.
Ray Henderson: Listen, you! This is Northern Soul, not Northern Arsehole.
Todd White: Hey self, what is it, twenty five years in the future and I just know you are playing in the NBA now and are super rich. And you also have a super smoking hot cheerleader girlfriend, so what are you hanging around here for? Why don't you head up to your penthouse and bang her good, bro.
Trey: That's your time capsule message, Todd?
Todd White: Huh... why not?
Darcy Anderson: I think I've seen you. Have you been here before?
Holt Ramsey: According to the hindus, we all have.