Barb: I'm gonna destroy all music, EXCEPT FOR ROCK.
Barley Lightfoot: Put it in O, for onward.
Shaggy Rogers: Drop some F-bombs.
Blue Falcon: Hey man, whoa, let's keep it PG.
Shaggy Rogers: No! Falcon bombs.
John Thornton: This is a map of the Yukon. My son was always reading adventure stories, crazy about the news coming out of the Yukon. Wasn't the gold, he didn't care about that, it was the mountains. He spent all day looking at maps and pictures of the mountains, dreaming about was on the other side, places no-one had been, wild places. We could go, you and me, see what's out there. What do you think?
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!
Guy: Tomorrow doesn't have to be a place. It's a person. It's you, Eep. You are my tomorrow.
Joe: Life is full of possibilities. You just need to know where to look. Don't miss out on the joys of life.