Ghost #1: Ah, we don't have no fun no more.
Ghost #2: No. Nobody around here to scare.
Ghost #3: Ha! We scared them all away. Guess we're too good.
Lion: Greetings, my good friends. You all, undoubtedly, have been under the delusion or shall I say, misapprehension, that we of the cartoon animal kingdom, are lacking in the finer sensibilities. Now to disprove this we shall ask you to forget our formal pranks and playfulness. We ask you in the name of dignity, and art to put yourselves in a receptive frame of mind. And not to expect of us the foolery, and clowning you generally associate us with. And now, to an all musical program.
Doc: Shh! Not so loud. You'll wake her up.
Grumpy: Ah, let her wake up! She don't belong here nohow.
Harvey: Oh, oh, I'm sorry.
Manuel Fidello: What you sorry about?
Harvey: Well, I mean, your father, they didn't find him.
Manuel Fidello: What they need find him for? He all right.
Harvey: Well, but, drowning out in the ocean, all alone at night.
Manuel Fidello: What's the trouble about that? That fine way. The savior, he take my father up to fishermen's heaven - with all his old friends.
Chang: Age is a limit we impose upon ourselves. You know, each time you Westerners celebrate your birthday, you build another fence around your minds.
Helen Bartlett: If you'd only let me go out and get a job.
Kenneth Bartlett: I'm taking care of you.
Helen Bartlett: A lot of wives work - even millionaires' wives.
Kenneth Bartlett: Oh, but that's different. They work because they're bored and not as a signal to the rest of the worid that their husbands need help. If you went to work, I'd be a confessed failure and I'm not that - yet.
Capt. Von Rauffenstein: May the earth lie lightly upon our valiant enemy.
Allan Quartermain: You know, O'Brien, there's only one kind of man that it's useless to argue with.
Patrick 'Patsy' O'Brien: And that is?
Allan Quartermain: A fool.
Erica Burgoyne: We ought to order tea or something if we're going to stay here long.
Old Will: Well, I'd sooner have beers.
Erica Burgoyne: I don't think we can get them at the moment.
Old Will: I better order it, since I'm the man, eh?
Arthur W. Morley: Mrs. Dallas, I wrote you a letter, and in it I stated.
Stella Martin 'Stell' Dallas: You don't have to tell me what you stated, just tell me what you meant.
Flo: I want to be near you. I want you to hold me. Oh! Hold me closer! Closer! Closer.
Dr. Hackenbush: If I hold you any closer, I'll be in back of you.
Lola Marcel, the Singing Nightingale: Tell me, tell me about my dear, dear Daddy! Is it true that he's dead?
Stan: Well, we hope he is, they buried him.
Jerry Warriner: I'm going out to get some popcorn and pink lemonade. I've just seen a three-ring circus.
Klara Sesemann: Andrews, what is she like?
Andrews, the Butler: Highly intelligent. Don't be mislead by the hat.
Oliver Stone: Pneumonia... It's the finger of God if it's true.