Clell Hazard: And hey, Goody, watch your mouth.
"Goody" Nelson: Fuckin'-A-a-a-a.
Chris Hammond: How can she stand to be so close to her own body without constantly feeling herself up?
Ernest P. Worrell: No. I-I can't eat on an empty stomach.
Dr. Herbert A. Morrison: Would you like a cup of coffee?
Claudia Draper: Not unless there's Thorazine in it.
Dr. Herbert A. Morrison: Sorry, only milk and sugar.
Claudia Draper: Pass.
Brian: What happened? You talk numbers, you get romantic. You talk people, you clam up.
Catherine: Just a little miscue, that's all.
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?
Grandfather George: You want to know why they're called Faith, Hope, Grace and Charity?
Bill Rowen: Why?
Grandfather George: Your Grandmother. She named them after the virtues I lack. That's marriage for you.
Salvatore Giuliano: You're an American, aren't you?
Camilla, Duchess of Crotone: Yes, and like every other Sicilian you want to go to America and start a pizzaria in Jersey.
Mrs. Gruen: Mrs Yakamoto, I have your hair. I'm going to slip it under the door.
Dr. Cynthia Sheldrake: There is a distinct difference between killing someone and fucking them.
Sandy Brozinsky: Look, Frank. We're not just jerking you around. Some guys are after us because one of them stole a virus that's gonna kill and destroy all the plants and all the trees all the way around. We stole it back, so now they're gonna kill us. You get it?
Frank: Jesus. The sixties sure were good to you, weren't they?
Lauren Ames: Frank, that's right. Think back to the sixties. People did things for each other.
Frank: They were wasted.
Lester Bacon: Buddy's a good boy, but he has what you might call basic hygiene problems.
Gabriel: What's the matter... afraid of the dark?
Judy Bower: No... afraid of what's in the dark.
Victor Duncan: Why don't you do yourself a favor and go back to your white-bread, suburban, cesspool land while you still have a chance?
Rick Latimer: I can't.
Ricky Caldwell: My old lady couldn't afford to send me to college. So I got a job. I was washing dishes, dumping trash... all that sort of shit. I think you're gonna like this next part. It sounded like some squirrel getting his nuts squeezed.
Selma: Murray, what are you doing on the weather?
Jimmy Garrett: A human pilot would react differently, because a human pilot would know that he's going to die.
Gramps: Don't call me sir! I ain't no politician.
Mr. Damnkids: Damn kids.