Diana: Elvis wouldn't do this, and I knew HIM.
Charlie: You didn't know him! You may have fucked him, but you didn't know HIM.
Art Selwyn: Men should be explorers, no matter how old they are. I don't know about anybody else, but I'm going.
Sheila: You were a rotten dancer.
Zach: Why do you think I became your choreographer?
Street Pickup: Why don't you just go home?
Paul Hackett: Pal, I've been asking myself that all night.
Gail Stanwyk: I didn't know you knew the Underhills.
Fletch: Yeah, well, I saved his life during the war.
Gail Stanwyk: You were in the war?
Fletch: No, he was. I got him out.
Clark Griswold: There's Buckingham Palace, kids. That's where the Queen lives and works.
Audrey Griswold: Works? What does she do, Dad?
Clark Griswold: She queens... and vacuums.
Monty Brewster: Why is it when there's trouble we're the ones that get into it. I mean, there's a bar full of people and we're the only ones in jail.
Spike Nolan: I don't think it's racial you know, because I'm in here with you.
Monty Brewster: That's comforting.
Blossom: I'm Blossom. Why do they call you Meat?
Meat Tuperello: Why do they call you Blossom?
Cooper: Hulse, I want you to put a special mike on him tonight, one that isolates everything he plays from the rest of the orchestra. Carson, you link it into the gblx 1000 computer.
Maddy: The gblx?
Cooper: Yeah. That thing'll break any code.
Maddy: But that's in control of our entire missile defense system.
Cooper: Honey, will you please - what are the odds of the Russians attacking on a Thursday night?
David Howard: Shut up Brad! Your song stunk, I hate your suit and I could hurt you.