Lincoln Hawk: I always wanted to be a milk shake.
Miss Rebecca Miller: David, are you drunk?
Lex Luthor: Lenny, I've always considered you the Dutch Elm disease in my family tree.
George Henderson: We've got some big guns and some big-big guns but I'm afraid I'm all out of big-big ammo.
Rebecca: Jack has a baby?
Peter Mitchell: I realise such a concept tends to negate our belief in a benevolent God, but yes.
Ernest P. Worrell: No. I-I can't eat on an empty stomach.