Marilla Cuthbert: Every baby is the sweetest and the best.
Lincoln Hawk: I always wanted to be a milk shake.
Miss Rebecca Miller: David, are you drunk?
Lex Luthor: Lenny, I've always considered you the Dutch Elm disease in my family tree.
Elmo St. Peters: Now where did that radio go? I could have sworn I left it right here in this very spot. What did it do, just get up and walk away?
Pamela: It's old and depressing.
Mason: It's reality.
Pamela: This is the '80s! Nobody likes reality any more.
Rebecca: Jack has a baby?
Peter Mitchell: I realise such a concept tends to negate our belief in a benevolent God, but yes.
Ernest P. Worrell: No. I-I can't eat on an empty stomach.
S.W.A.T Team Man: Freeze! Move out! Drop it.
Civilian: Are you crazy? Do you know how much I paid for this gun?
Foul Phil - Suit: My tummy hurts.
Greaser Greg - Suit: What did you eat?
Foul Phil - Suit: Everything.
Greaser Greg - Suit: That makes sense.
George Jetson: That's grass. I read about it in ancient history.