Anna: I've met somebody who seems to be Sean... I really hoped that he was Sean. I wanted him to be Sean. But I knew he wasn't... The thing is, I'm falling in love with Sean again. That's what's happening. I need you to tell him to go away. Because I can't do it.
Stan: What a stupid conversation.
Remy McSwain: If I can't have you, can I have my gator?
Jake Green: The greatest enemy will hide in the last place you would ever look.
Guard: Talk. Talk, speak.
Paxton: What the fuck do you want me to say?
Guard: American.
Inspector Clouseau: Let me bring you up to speed... We know nothing. You are now up to speed.
Valerie: I'll do anything to be with you.
Peter: I thought you'd say that.
Alex: Love makes you do crazy things, insane things, things in a million years you never thought you'd see yourself do. There you are doing it... can't help it.
Joe Dirt: So, you're gonna tell me, that you don't have no black cats, no Roman candles, or screamin' mimis?
Kicking Wing: No.
Joe Dirt: Oh come on man. You don't got no lady fingers, buzz bottles, snicker bombs, church burners, finger blasters, gut busters, zip-a-dee-do-dahs, crap flappers?
Kicking Wing: No, I don't.
Joe Dirt: You're gonna stand there, owning a firework stand, and tell me you don't have no whistling bungholes, no spleen splitters, whisker biscuits, honker lighters, huskers dus, husker don'ts, cherry bombs, nipsy dazers, with or without the scooter stick, or one single whisking kitty chaser?
Dr. Zaius: Don't go looking for it, Taylor. You may not like what you find.