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.
Faye Riley: What ever happened to General Eisenhower? You hardly read a word about him anymore.
Jack Holden: You're a good man, Peter.
Peter Mitchell: I'm a goddamn saint.
Jack Holden: Saint's a little much.
Ernest P. Worrell: No. I-I can't eat on an empty stomach.