Sondra Pransky: I wouldn't be surprised if he asked me to marry him someday.
Sid Waterman: You come from an orthodox family, would they accept a serial killer?
Sid Waterman: I was in the lounge, I heard you drowning, I finished my tea and scones and came immediately.
Sondra Pransky: What are you putting in your metamucil?
Sid Waterman: You know not everything in the world is sinister... just practically everything.
Sid Waterman: This guy is a serial-killer like I play for the New York Jets.
Sondra Pransky: How can we meet him?
Sid Waterman: You know, I don't know... They have a class system. He's an aristocrat and, you know, we're... we're commoners. In fact according to his system, we're... I think we're probably classified as scum.
Sid Waterman: I don't need to work out. My anxiety acts as aerobics.
Sid Waterman: Not everything in this world is sinister... just practically everything.
Sondra Pransky: Ugh... the Indian food made me sick.
Sid Waterman: What? You barely touched your cobra salad, how can you be sick?
Sondra Pransky: He asked me to go dancing with him.
Sid Waterman: That's perfect strategy. You worm your way in like a rodent or a roach, and as the crumbs fall off the table, you collect them and we analyze them.
Sid Waterman: I don't know what you've been smoking, but don't try to bring it through customs.
Sondra Pransky: Why would Peter kill a prostitute?
Sid Waterman: Because it looks bad on his resume.
Peter Lyman: I just can't get the vision of you in your swimsuit out of my head.
Sondra Pransky: Oh I'm glad you liked it! It was marked down.
Sid Waterman: I was born into the Hebrew persuasion, but when I got older I converted to narcissism.
Joe Strombel: You have to get the story first, but first you have to get the story right.
Sid Waterman: 16 blue ponies, 21 jetplanes, and 12 spinning midgets.
Sondra Pransky: Why don't you think about this as adding some excitement to your life?
Sid Waterman: Sweeheart, excitement in my life is dinner without heartburn after it.
Sid Waterman: You're alone up there with a very, very dangerous man! That's two "very's".
Sondra Pransky: You are a cynical crapehanger who always see the glass half-empty.
Sid Waterman: No, you're wrong. I see the glass half full, but of poison.
Sid Waterman: This guy must be some lover if you're ready to drop the whole investigation! I must find out what breakfast cereal he eats.
