Mrs. Hazel Pennicott: Are you wondering whether I'm a witch?
Tommy: Aged 11: Suppose you are a witch?
Mrs. Hazel Pennicott: Suppose I am.
Tommy: Aged 11: Would you do a guy a favor?
Mrs. Hazel Pennicott: I've been waiting for twenty years to give a guy a favor.
Flight Lt. Peter Ross: Hello.
Maria Gonzar: Hello.
Flight Lt. Peter Ross: So... you weren't killed.
Maria Gonzar: No... I hardly ever am.
Carol Williams: Like Steve says: Winning isn't everything - it's the only thing.
Pete: How would you feel if somebody with a crazy helmet with pipes sticking out of it came at you in the dark? And look, I know this sounds... sounds crazy, but there wasn't any head in that helmet.
Lt. Bowers: No head. No head at all?
Pete: It's the truth.
Lt. Bowers: I think you need some coffee.
Ellen Fields: If we've been seeing things, it's because we DID see them.
Dorothy Shaw: In bed by nine? That's when life just begins.
Mario: Wherever there's oil there's americans.
Prof. Henry Jarrod: Here we have Joan of Arc - a favorite subject of mine.
Johnny: Nobody tells me what to do. You keep needlin' me, if I want to, I'm gonna take this joint apart and you're not gonna know what hit you.
Lt. Ted Wilks: It was bad judgment to bother a cop's widow about the love life of her husband.
Dave Bannion: Good or bad, it was my judgment.
Lt. Ted Wilks: You're missing the point. I'm the one that gets the pressure calls from upstairs. I'm the one that has to explain. You don't keep an office like this very long stepping on a lot of corns.
Dave Bannion: You want me to go upstairs and explain?
Lt. Ted Wilks: Not you. You're a corn stepper by instinct.
Daffy Duck: Would it be too much to ask if we could make up our minds, hmmmm?