
The Grandma: I'll call my cousin Ester, have him make a reservation for us at the Grand Orleans Imperial Island Hotel. He was the executive chef there for over thirty years, he's got pull there. He's a star. His cooking put that hotel on the map. It's the swankiest resort in all of Alabama. You'll be telling your grandkids about your stay in this hotel!
The Boy: How do you know it'll be safe there?
The Grandma: Because child, ain't nothing but rich white folks at the Grand Orleans Imperial Island Hotel. And witches only prey on the poor. The overlooked. The kids they think nobody's going to make a fuss about if they go missing. Go pack!

Terry: I am happy to accept this very special award I requested, but that I absolutely deserve.

Joel: It kind of feels like everything is impossible these days.

Wendy: If he's as generous in bed as he at tippin', then we're both in for a disappointing night.

Roman Lunyov: I don't like getting angry.

Guy: Tomorrow doesn't have to be a place. It's a person. It's you, Eep. You are my tomorrow.

Robert: This is really bad. Once your face is in their system they got you. Fines, 401k, home equity. But maybe you want all that. I don't know. Me, I prefer to just skim.
Old Dolio: So do I.
Robert: Do you? Oh, that's interesting. Because most people want to be Kajillionaires. That's the dream. That's how they get you hooked. Hooked on sugar. Hooked on caffeine. Ha, ha, ha. Cry, cry, cry.

Borat: My daughter is gift to someone close to the throne.

Ellie Chu: Aster Flores thinks you're into abstract art and repressed British literature.
Paul Munsky: Yeah.
Ellie Chu: None of that is you.
Paul Munsky: It could be. I started reading that Remains of the Day book.
Ellie Chu: Really?
Paul Munsky: Yeah. I fell asleep a few times, but I'm still reading it. That's gotta count for something.