Ambassador Londo Mollari: But this - this, this, this is like being nibbled to death by... what are those Earth creatures called? Feathers, long bill, webbed feet... go 'quack'.
Ambassador Vir Cotto: Cats.
Ambassador Londo Mollari: Cats. Being nibbled to death by cats.
Mr. Fantastic: Galactus must have seen us. Why didn't he say anything?
Uatu: Do you greet the cockroaches on your kitchen floor?
Thomas Banacek: If you're not sure that it's potato borscht, there could be orphans working in the mines.
Potsie Weber: Rich! Rich.
Ralph Malph: Come quick.
Richie Cunningham: What? Is there something wrong?
Potsie Weber: It's a shark.
Ralph Malph: The Fonz.
Richie Cunningham: Fonz got eaten by a shark?
Potsie Weber: He did? Who said that?
Ralph Malph: Not me! What're you talking about?
Richie Cunningham: Well, you just said "The shark...".
Ralph Malph: Nooo! Listen! The Fonz is gonna jump over a shark.
Orson: You opened the door to your emotions, didn't you?
Mork: Yes, Sir.
Orson: You realise you've broken the highest Orkan law. It is my duty to report you to the Council.
Mork: I understand. But I don't regret what I've done, sir. You see, for the first time in my life, I feel really alive, I feel fantastic! Oh, I wish you could try it! I wish you could feel some of the things I've been feeling!
Orson: Impossible. I could never do that. They'd throw me in prison.
Mork: Oh, I don't mean to be disrespectful, your immenseness, but until you can marvel at a rainbow after a storm or rejoice at seeing a baby walk for the first time, or hold someone and have them feel the same warmth inside as you feel close to them outside - until you can do these things, aren't you already in prison?