Leprechaun: It's the seventeenth of March. The feast of St. Patrick.
William O'Day: And your birthday.
Leprechaun: 'Tis a special birthday for a leprechaun. I'm one thousand years old. Tonight, I can claim me bride.
Leprechaun: Scream as you may! Scream as you might! If you try to escape, you'll be dead on this night.
Morty: Didn't anybody ever tell you not to drink and levitate?
Leprechaun: You may think this line is getting old, but believe me son, I want me gold.
Morty: Nothing tastes as good as a free pizza. Now if I could only figure out how to get free beer.
The Leprechaun: What do you think of your bridal chamber?
Bridget: It... it's awful.
The Leprechaun: I know it lacks a woman's touch, but you'll change that.
Leprechaun: A curse be placed upon your seed, William O'Day. You may have saved your daughter, but on me next thousandth birthday, I'll stalk your fairest offspring and claim her as me bride! Ha ha ha ha ha! Happy St. Patrick's Day.
Morty: I should've returned that book to the library five years ago! I don't know what you saw, but leprechauns don't exist.
Leprechaun: What's that ya say? Leprechauns don't exist?
Leprechaun: A leprechaun's home has many surprises.
Leprechaun: We'll have to make some changes to your face as well. 'Tis a fair face, but the wee ones won't suckle if you don't look like them. They can be very demanding at times. Many changes. Many changes.
African-American Leprechaun: Yo man, want me gold?
Cody: Sure, walk away! I understand. If hearing the actual sound of Jayne Mansfield's head being severed from her body is too intense for you, well then, you know, more power to ya.
Leprechaun: Now you've done it, you've welched on a Leprechaun.