The Giant: Fe, fi, fo, fum.
Jeremy Keen, Proprietor: For a great, big giant you're really dumb.
Jafar: Iago, you betrayed me and allied yourself with my enemies! Then you turned on them as soon at it was in your best interests. That's what I love about you. You're so perfectly predictable. A villain through and through.
Billy Bigelow: I just couldn't get the hang of being married.
Starkeeper: Was that Julie's fault?
Billy Bigelow: No, but maybe it wasn't my fault either.
Grim Reaper: You are all dead. I am Death.
Host: Well, that's cast rather a gloom over the evening, hasn't it?
Slicker Smith: Throw your chest out! Go on! Throw your chest out.
Herbie Brown: I'm not through with it yet.
Slicker Smith: Quiet.
Queenie Mahoney: Oh, dear, I'm just shaky all over.
Hank Mahoney: Oh, Queenie, will you stop. You're gettin' me nervous now. It ain't gonna be a bit different than it was in Reading, PA and we're going over just as big.
Queenie Mahoney: Oh... do you think so?
Hank Mahoney: Why, it's cream in the can, baby.
Mme. Lucretia Borelli: Is this some ridiculous attempt at saving your face, Mr. Chan?
Charlie Chan: Humble countenance merely facing facts.