Reverend Chester: I believe that I've got a job for you.
Francis Phelan: I worked today up at the cemetery.
Reverend Chester: Splendid.
Francis Phelan: Well, shovelin' dirt ain't all that splendid.
Peter: Lock the door, and hide the key. Go on. Do as your director says.
Dennis Meechum: Who fucked it up?
Roberta Gillian: Nobody fucked it up, Mr. Meechum. Just don't expect Hollywood to bail you out.
Sandy: You know what I bet? I bet you haven't been laid in about a year.
Jonathan Switcher: Hollywood I don't know about men's thighs, they look fine to me.
Hollywood Montrose: Albert called me 'cellulite city'.
Victor Duncan: This school here is MY school. And I make the rules.
Rick Latimer: Not anymore.
Lester Bacon: Buddy's a good boy, but he has what you might call basic hygiene problems.
Ricky Caldwell: You tend to get paranoid when everyone around you gets dead.
Donna: So tell me, what do you feel?
Rowdy Abilene: One man's dream is another man's lunch.
Donna: You son of a bitch.
Patty Winston: He hit me daddy! And then he kicked me in my hiney.
Faye Riley: Frank! It's the love boat to Cuba! Shuffle board and pineapples filled with rum. Know what they do? They put little paper umbrellas sticking out the top so that when it rains, it don't thin out the liquor.
Alex Forrest: I had a wonderful time last night. I'd like to see you again. Is that so terrible?
Dan Gallagher: No. I just don't think it's possible.