Patricia: Fruitcake? fruitcake? Listen Bucko, I happen to be a highly educated, intelligent girl with an I.Q. that would put you pea-brain in the cellar. So remember, If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be here. Call me for dinner.
[The phone rings].
Sam Stone: Hello? Debbie? Yeah, Debbie's here, who's this? Well Ralph, Debbie can't talk right now, my dick's in her mouth. How about I have her call you back when I'm done. [Hangs up phone] I love wrong numbers!
L.G. McPeters: Just had another cursin' caller. Your little ass is gonna be in big trouble with that tape girl.
Marvel: Fuck you.
Molly McGrath: Fuck you what?
Marvel: Fuck you... Coach McGrath.
Molly McGrath: Better.
Duckie: May I admire you again today?
Terry: This is great. I'm down on the docks at 1:30 in the morning. I might as well pin a hundred dollar bill to my ass and scream "Victim here! Victim here!"
Dave Whiteman: I ate garbage last night, Barbara... and loved it.
Maggie Cavanaugh: Just remember, when you pull the trigger, the bullets come out going very, very fast. So make sure to keep the weapon pointing away from you. Now that's about it. You are now armed... guards. God help us all.
Paul Miller: You were born to be a detective!
Donald Wilson: I was?
Paul Miller: You reek of detective!
Donald Wilson: I reek?
Motel philosopher: Remember, no matter what, it's better to be a live dog than a dead lion.
Mark Forman: What the fuck was that?
Rachel Samstat: He has cancer.
Mark Forman: Bullshit.
Rachel Samstat: Mark.
Mark Forman: It's bullshit.
Rachel Samstat: People don't lie about things like that.
Mark Forman: Contractors lie about everything. What'd he say, "I have cancer"?
Rachel Samstat: Exactly.
Mark Forman: Well, he probable meant that "he" has cancer.
Rachel Samstat: Who?
Mark Forman: How do I know? Someone. I don't know. His father.
Rachel Samstat: His father's dead.
Laura J. Kelly: Don't lose him.
Tom Logan: I'm not going to lose him. Where is he?
Ferdy: Look, I'm sorry if I made you angry, Linda.
Linda: It's not you, Ferdy. I'm just not used to be chased around a mall in the middle of the night by killer robots.
Harry Doyle: And I ain't goin' to your funeral.
Archie Long: You ain't invited.
Narrator: You know, things that never had names before are now easily described. Makes conversation easier.
Carlos Delgado: To tell you the gods honest truth, I used to use a table. But it broke. From a fat person. Weighed 300lbs at least. Table just collapsed. Killed my cat. Poor bastard.
Mr. Sakamoto: Everything is all right here?
Kazihiro: Yes. Fine. Great. Have a good trip back.
Mr. Sakamoto: I will visit the factory tomorrow.
Kazihiro: Uh, tomorrow not good day.
Mr. Sakamoto: Why?
Kazihiro: Factory is locked and we can't find key.
Saito: Bullshit-o.