Mayor: And if they traced it back to the company.
Slade: You'd be out of a job, for one thing.
Lazlo: Like a lot of people thought I was dead but, uh... hey you know you don't write any postcards when you're on the road to self-discovery.
Alan Yates: We really screwed ourselves this time, trying to, trying to stay there for the last shot. I don't even know where we are now, but I know, they... I know they, uh, followed us, and, and we lost everything trying to escape. We're screwed! We're trapped.
Kobras: I always perfer to strike first.
Mark Elliot: She writes poetry.
Nurse: A pastime especially suited for women.
Mr. Uwatsum: How about a nice bowl of fish eyes?
Inspector Winship: Will you pardon me, please?
Mr. Uwatsum: Ah... Do you like hummingbird cookies?
Dr. Tart: ...No, thank you.
Col. Lewis Pugh: I want everyone here to smell like a distillery.
Eddie Jessup: I can't live with it Emily, the pain is unbearable.
Emily Jessup: We all live with it. That unbearable terror is what makes us such singular creatures. We hide from it, we succumb to it, mostly we defy it! We build fragile little structures to keep it out. We love, we raise families, we work, we make friends. We write poems.
Peregrin 'Pippin' Took: Fine time to fall asleep.
Bilbo Baggins: Who's asleep? Just resting my eyes.
Terrible Tommy: "Come on runt."
Rosa Carlo: "Stop calling me that."
Carne: Have you ever shoveled any coal?
Sean Boyd: Hey, listen! You've picked the wrong kid.
Harry "Santa": But now I want you to remember to stay good boys and girls. Respect your mothers and fathers and do what they tell you. Obey your teachers and learn a whooooole lot! Now if you do this, I'll make sure you get good presents from me eeeevery year. Ha ha ha... but if you're bad boys and girls, your name goes in the 'Bad Boys and Girls' book, and I'll bring you something... horrible.
Henry Brubaker: What happened? What happened to your eye?
Abraham Cook: Oh, got hit.
Henry Brubaker: With what?
Abraham Cook: With a baseball bat, a trace chain, and a rope with knots in it.
Lou: I'm a lover.
Grace Pinza: Numbnuts.
Griff: Hey did you ever figure out what those palm trees are doing way over here in Belgium?
Zab: Yeah, that monk had a yen for 'em.
Young Emmeline: Mr. Button, there's a cask over hear with stuff in it that smells like the Captain's breath.
Danny McGuire: Malone and McGuire, sounds like a Vaudeville act.