Lucy Muir: I wish you wouldn't swear. It's so ugly.
Captain Gregg: If you think that's ugly, it's a good thing you can't read me thoughts.
Judge Lord Thomas Horfield: I do not like to be interrupted in the middle of an insult.
Colleoni: You see the gold on them furnitures? Napoleon stayed here with Eugenie.
Pinkie Brown: Who's she?
Colleoni: Oh, some foreign palone.
Ronnie Jackson: You see, I wanted to be a detective too. It only took brains, courage, and a gun... and I had the gun.
Fred Gailey: Your Honor, every one of these letters is addressed to Santa Claus. The Post Office has delivered them. Therefore the Post Office Department, a branch of the Federal Governent, recognizes this man Kris Kringle to be the one and only Santa Claus.
Judge Henry X. Harper: Uh, since the United States Government declares this man to be Santa Claus, this court will not dispute it. Case dismissed.
Bobby Turner: Babe! Go away.
Babe Doolittle: Is that all you have to say to me?
Bobby Turner: No! Leave me alone.
Cahill: Mr. Ballentine, you're the defendant in this case, are you not?
Larry Ballentine: I am.
Cahill: Charged with the brutal murder of Verna Carlson.
Larry Ballentine: That's right.
Cahill: Are you willing to describe for the jury - to describe truthfully - the events which led to the placement of that charge?
Larry Ballentine: I certainly am.
Cahill: To the jury, please.
Elmer Fudd: I'm waiting for the Easter Wabbit. When he comes in looking so fwuffy and cute with his wittle basket of Easter eggs... bang! Easter Wabbit stew. He he he he.