Marquise de Merteuil: One does not applaud the tenor for clearing his throat.
Chick Gandil: You go back to Boston and turn seventy grand at the drop of a hat? I find that hard to believe.
Sport Sullivan: You say you can find seven men on the best club that ever took the field willin' to throw the World Series? I find that hard to believe.
Chick Gandil: You never played for Charlie Comiskey.
Patti Jean: So, what color's your living room?
April: White. But it's not my house, its my parents.
Patti Jean: Is your bedroom white too?
April: It's beige with floral print.
Patti Jean: My whole place down in Texas is wood panel. Never lived in anything but. Except when I lived in Vegas. I was married to my second husband, he was this guy in the Air Force. They put us up at this high-rise condo at Indian Springs that was great. A prefab with a balcony.
Richard Walker: This is an emergency. Do you understand?
U.S. Security Officer: Yes sir, I do.
Richard Walker: You understand but you don't give a damn? Is that it?
Jesus: If I could touch every stone, if I could breathe on every branch, they'd get up and follow me. So what's wrong with you?
Sharkey: What the fuck is this?
Frank McBain: Your worst nightmare, Butt-horn.
Mr. Babrucz: Young lady you need to learn how to keep your mouth shut and your legs crossed.
Donald Blake: Then you'll step back in front of the death ray.
Doctor David Banner: Life ray for me.
Sembagare: They think you are a witch.
Dian Fossey: They wouldn't be the first.
Nico Toscani: You guys think you're above the law... well you ain't above mine.
Preston Tucker: Isn't that the idea? To build a better mouse trap?
Abe: Not if you're a mouse.
Sinclair: Man, if we get outta this thing, I want you to come to the States. I'll show you some stuff that you'll never believe.
Vodovsky: No way, my friend. I'm told in the States they shoot Communists in the streets.
Sinclair: Hell, man. In Detroit, my hometown, they shoot everybody in the streets.
Daryle: Think of all the clothes I could have bought in Europe.
Billy: Ahh forget it. None of us speak European anyway.
Lorna: You are certifiable! What is this? Some sort of smart-ass joke? You're taking cooking?
Michael: I want to learn how to cook.
Lorna: Yeah, right. You have some burning desire to learn how to make apple brown betty.
Michael: What are you doing here if you think so highly of it?
Lorna: Well, they wouldn't let me take auto mechanics, and I didn't have time to take the issue to the Supreme Court.
Tangina: My God! he found heR.