Olaf Andersen: Now the question is, can we get the shit back into the horse?
Ben: If you kill a whale, you get Greenpeace and Jacques Cousteau on your back, but wipe out sardines and you get a canning subsidy.
Hampton Pig: Speak to me, Plucky.
Plucky Duck: Auntie Em, is that you?
Holli Would: You want to know what it is about you that really kicks my ass, Harris?
Frank Harris: How about my foot?
Andrew: I think adults are just children who owe money.
Newton Davis: Wow! You're a genius. You're like the Ernest Hemingway of bullshit.
Buddy Young, Jr.: I didn't take your life, Stan. I gave you one.
Stan: Yeah, but you coulda been nicer.
Jake Wyer: I got a plan. Full frontal assault.
Sam French: A full-frontal assault. That's your plan?
Jake Wyer: It's got the element of surprise.
Sam French: Suicide is always surprising.
Paul Matthews: You look familiar.
Prince Geoffrey: Yeah, I'm the Prince of England.
Sidney Deane: Can anybody step in for this guy? Anybody? For Mr. Motherfucking March of Dimes?
Daniel: Do you ever feel lost?
Claire Cooper: I invented it. It's mine.
Peter Hoskins: What goes into one, Rita? A Long Island Iced Tea?
Rita Boyle: I'm sorry darling, I've forgotten.
Peter Hoskins: What, do you have it all written down behind the bar or something?
Rita Boyle: I'm on vacation.
Peter Hoskins: So you can't remember a drink recipe for something that I would like to order?
Rita Boyle: Peter, you're doing it again. You take a perfect situation and you pee all over it.