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.
Guy: Tomorrow doesn't have to be a place. It's a person. It's you, Eep. You are my tomorrow.
Johnny Cage: This better not go straight to video.
Dez: Not everyone can be Charles Drew inventing blood transfusions.
Joe: Or me, playing piano with Dorothea Williams. - I know.
Paul: You are not all that. Anyone could play in a band if they wanted to.
22: Don't pay Paul any mind. People like him just bring other people down so they can make themselves feel better.
Joe: Oh, I get it. He's just criticising me to cover up the pain of his own failed dreams.
Paul: You cut deep, Joe.