Barb: I'm gonna destroy all music, EXCEPT FOR ROCK.
Barley Lightfoot: Put it in O, for onward.
The Cat: I know what you're thinking, 'cause I'm thinking exactly the same thing: What's in the box? And can we empty it so I can sit in it?
Shaggy Rogers: Drop some F-bombs.
Blue Falcon: Hey man, whoa, let's keep it PG.
Shaggy Rogers: No! Falcon bombs.
Otto: I have a gambling problem.
Sonya Blade: Fuck with the Blade, you're gonna get cut.
Joe: We never found out what 22's purpose was.
Jerry: Excuse me?
Joe: You know, her spark. Her purpose. Was it music? Biology? Walking?
Jerry: We don't assign purposes. Where did you get that idea?
Joe: Because I have piano. It's what I was born to do. That's my spark.
Jerry: A spark isn't a soul's purpose. Oh, you mentors and your passions. Your "purposes." Your "meanings of life." So basic.
Guy: Tomorrow doesn't have to be a place. It's a person. It's you, Eep. You are my tomorrow.