Lord John Whorfin: Shut up, Big-booty, you coward. You are the weakest individual I ever know.
Overhead announcement at psychiatric hospital: Lithium is no longer available on credit.
New Jersey: Why is there a watermelon there?
Reno: I'll tell you later.
Lord John Whorfin: Will somebody turn off that gosh darn klaxon?
Lord John Whorfin: Where are we going?
The Red Lectroids: Planet Ten.
Lord John Whorfin: When?
The Red Lectroids: Real soon.
John Ganty: John Valuk is dead, he fell on his head. But perhaps John Parker will get through with our message to Buckaroo Banzai.
Scooter Lindley: Dad. Dad. Buckaroo's in trouble.
Casper Lindley: Say what?
Lord John Whorfin: She'll live, but only for a while... and she won't enjoy it.
Ed: President's calling, Buckaroo.
Buckaroo Banzai: The president of what?
Ed: The President of The United States.
Buckaroo Banzai: Oh.
Lord John Whorfin: May I pass along my congratulations for your great interdimensional breakthrough. I am sure, in the miserable annals of the Earth, you will be duly enshrined.
Lord John Whorfin: Barney, I'm going home... with my overthruster.
SOD McKinley: I'll try to be quick. In case you haven't noticed, we have a motorcycle convention moving in and let's face it, you didn't come here to listen to me talk.
Perfect Tommy: You're right.
John Bigboote: John O'Connor, break the window.
John O'Connor: Why me, John Bigboote?
John Bigboote: It might be booby-trapped.
John O'Connor: Oh.
Buckaroo Banzai: It flies like a truck.
John Parker: Good, what is a truck?
John Bigboote: Put the snot on the track, John O'Connor.
Lord John Whorfin: John O'Connor, install my Oscillation Overthruster.
Jon Gomez: Lest we let this place become a zoo, not to mention a haven for gawkers.
