Vivian: Philip, when I met you, you were into James Brown.
Will: He liked James Brown?
Vivian: Even wore his hair like him.
Will: He had hair?
Det. Lennie Briscoe: I'm trying to decide what to arrest you for - obstruction of justice, harboring a fugitive or just being a general pain in the ass.
Hyacinth: This is not the Chinese restaurant. This is a residential number and you are speaking to the lady of the house on a white, slim line telephone with last number redial facility.
Alan Decker: It's okay. I'm used to the callous attitude mortals have towards vampires. I'm used to wandering the earth - reviled, hunted, hated. That's why I became a lawyer.
Blaine Edwards: This title gets the around the world and back snap.
Adam: I'm sure everyone here is fascinated to hear more pop psychiatry from number fifty-four in his class at Columbia Med.
Victor Meldrew: I wonder what the point is of living? It doesn't seem to get you anywhere.
Jackie Rodowsky: She's a girl! Girls are totally gross!
Mary Anne Spier: Gee, thanks!
Dawn Schaffer: And what are we, space mutants?
Jackie Rodowsky: You're... you're.
Kristy Thomas: Better make this good Jackie!
Jackie Rodowsky: You're... you're baby-sitters!
Major Briggs: Achievement is its own reward, pride obscures it.
Bertie: He wants to marry Myrtle Snap?
Jeeves: Precisely so, Sir, but Mrs. Snap refuses to consider such a venture while Sir Roderick's daughter remains unmarried. In a colourful turn of phrase she stated that specific and scarcely to be anticipated meteorological conditions would have to take place in the infernal region before she would share a home with Miss Honoria.
Brandon Walsh: It was good to see you back at the Peach Pit tonight. I know it took a lot of courage.
Brenda Walsh: Brandon, please, I've had quite enough praise for a while.
Brandon Walsh: All right, you're a huge loser. How's that?
Brenda Walsh: Oh, much better.