Agent Jay: Jarra, you're under arrest for being that ugly and making that many copies.
Agent Jay: Am I supposed to take advice on love from a dude that chases his own ass?
Frank the Pug: Easy pal... That's canine profiling, and I resent it.
Newton: Yes, gentlemen before I play the tape, one question, what's up with anal probing? I mean, aliens travel billions of light years just to check out our...
Agent J: Boy. Move!
Oscar: Sykes! My brother from another mother.
Oscar: He trips underwater. Now who in the halibut trips underwater? And by the way, on what?
Oscar: Yo that was crazy, right? Who knew? I mean it's all set, we good to go, we had the money. And he trips underwater. Who in the hell-o-but trips underwater? And by the way, on what?
Oscar: Sometimes I just be coughing for nothin'.
Oscar: Ernie! Bernie! My jellyfish brothers! Booyakah.
Oscar: Any shark that comes around in Oscar town is going down! I get poetic! In the heat I get poetic.
Katie Current: Oscar, are you going to continue working at the wash?
Oscar: Please, I barely work here now.
Oscar: What is with y'all living in a love boat? You're supposed to be the MOB, get yourselves a decent hideout.
Paul: It is the worst kind of yellowness to be so scared of yourself that you put blindfolds on rather than deal with yourself. To face ourselves - that's the hard thing. The imagination - that's God's gift, to make the act of self-examination bearable.
Ouisa Kittredge: There is so much you don't know. You are so smart and so stupid.
Paul: I'll be treated with care if you take me to the police. If they don't know you're special, they kill you.
Ouisa Kittredge: Oh, I don't think they kill you.
Paul: Mrs. Louisa Kittredge, I am black.
Ouisa Kittredge: I will deliver you to them with kindness and affection.
Paul: Every moment in life is a learning experience. Or what good is it, right?
Paul: Did you see Donald Barthelme's obituary? He said that collage was the art form of the 20th century.
Ouisa Kittredge: Everything is somebody else's.
Paul: Not your children. Not your life.
Ouisa Kittredge: No, you got me there. That is mine. That is nobody else's.
Paul: You don't sound happy.
Ouisa Kittredge: There is so much you don't know. You are so smart and so stupid.
Paul: The imagination. It's there to sort out your nightmare, to show you the exit from the maze of your nightmare, to transform the nightmare into dreams, that become your bedrock. If we do not listen to that voice, it dies, it shrivels, it vanishes. The imagination is not our escape. On the contrary, the imagination is the place we are all trying to get to.
Marcy: Would you look at that? There's a man with a robot hand wearing your face who took the M9 Assassin. Guess I owe you an apology.
Lance: OK. Go ahead.
Marcy: No, that was it. That was the apology.
Lance: Oh. I accept.
Marcy: But you gotta admit, it was a little Scooby-Doo.
Lance: Oh, 100% Scooby-Doo.
Capt. James West: Never drum on a white lady's boobies at a big redneck dance. Got it.
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