Bangles: Oh, hi, Bugsy.
Bugsy Malone: Hi, Bangles. Is Blousey there, please?
Bangles: She won't see you.
Bugsy Malone: Tell her I'm sick.
Bangles: You're sick?
Bugsy Malone: Yeah, sick of waiting.
Jamesir Bensonmum: She murdered herself in her sleep, sir.
Dick Charleston: You mean suicide?
Jamesir Bensonmum: Oh no, it was murder, all right. Mrs. Twain hated herself.
Franco: Remember the first rule of Italian driving. [Pulls the rearview mirror off and throws it over his shoulder.]. What's behind me is not important.
Coach Morris Buttermaker: What if he tries something?
Amanda Whurlitzer: I'll handle it.
Coach Morris Buttermaker: Rolling Stones, 11 years old.
Amanda Whurlitzer: I know an 11-year-old girl who is already on the pill.
Coach Morris Buttermaker: Don't ever say that word again.
Amanda Whurlitzer: Jesus! Just who in the heck you think you are?
Coach Morris Buttermaker: The goddamned manager, that's who.
Amanda Whurlitzer: Big wow.
George Caldwell: I've never milked a cow before.
Rita: Cut the gas, Steve, you're a grown man. I'm sure you've had some similar experience.
Terry Collier: I'd offer you a beer, but I've only got six cans.
Harry Fishbine: This is still the United States of America, god damn it! Los Angeles, California! Land of the free, home of the.
Mother: Rams and the Dodgers.
Sherlock Holmes: No, Watson! The Queen wouldn't like it.
Dan: Raise the flags of all nations.
Fran: I don't know what's come over me tonight. I'm tingling all over.
Arthur Adamson: I told you about danger, didn't I? First it makes you sick, then when you get through it, it makes you very, very loving.
Tim: Sid what do you know about romance?
Sid: Nothing, I'm married.
Sherlock Holmes: No, Watson! The Queen wouldn't like it.
Annabel: Max, you big hamburger.
Franklin Frank: Any jerk can direct.