Goddard Bolt: I did it! I did it.
A man sitting/leaning back, on a building.: Where did he do it? Not here, I hope.
Cozy Carlisle: You take what you've learned from this life and use it in the next. That's karma.
Mike Church: I thought karma was I do something bad in this life and I'm a termite in the next.
Cozy Carlisle: Hey, if you ask me, pal, you're already a termite in this life in a shitty suit, OK?
Hilary O'Neil: I told Estelle you have a terminal disease.
Victor Geddes: What?
Hilary O'Neil: Assholeitis.
Ralph Jones: There's no problem that can't be ignored if we really put our minds to it.
Rose Schwartz: The guy was killed in an auto accident! I looked it up! He was driving in the Yukon, in a pink convertible, to visit his brother who's an ex-con named Frances, when a tractor trailer comes along and decapitates him. You know what that mean, it means he doesn't have a head. How am I suppose to write for a guy who doesn't have a head? He's got no lips, no vocal cords. What do you want me to do?
Sarah Hargrave: I may be young, captain, but I have spent three years in a climate of fearsome heat, with insects as big as rats and rats as big as cats! I can certainly deal with deck and down with fever.