The Phantom: Softly, deftly, music shall carress you. Hear it, feel it, Secretly possess you.
Buck: Say, girls... got milk?
Linda Porter: I had no idea how hot the climate would be, everything grows wild here and the pickings are far too easy.
Bobby Darin: Memories are like moonbeams, we do with them what we will.
Lalita Bakshi: You should be stirring your husband's dinner not trouble.