Mary Fisher: What's the matter with your clothes?
Nicolette: You did the laundry.
Police Chief Spiro T. Edsel: Use unnecessary force, if necessary.
Denis Dimbleby Bagley: My grandfather was caught molesting a wallaby in a private zoo in 1919.
Psychiatrist: A wallaby?
Denis Dimbleby Bagley: It may have been a kangaroo. I'm not sure.
Psychiatrist: You mean sexually?
Denis Dimbleby Bagley: I suppose so. He had his hand in its pouch.
Amos Reed: Let him go, Hooch! I'm sorry, Scott. I don't have the hand-strength I used to. You're OK, aren't you?
Scott Turner: Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I was looking forward to a nice quiet cup of coffee, but NOW I'M awake.
Clifford Stern: What is the guy so upset about? You'd think nobody was ever compared to Mussolini before.
Kate: Are you going to walk me home? Or should I just get murdered on my own?
Warthog: This is a lovely golf course, I'm tempted to join the club meself.
Bletch: No chance of that I'm afraid, Cedric.
Warthog: You mean they discriminate against Scots?
Bletch: No, they just don't want assholes in the clubhouse.
Wallace: No cheese, Gromit! Not a bit in the house.
Helen Downing: Back then, dinner and a movie might have gotten you into some girl's panties, but it's gonna take a lot more than that to get into mine.