Maharajah of Pikachu: Please, Shiek Alleycat! I insist you take this Maharajah Talk 5000. You'll find it more valuable.
Top Cat: Why? Can it turn into rubies, too?
Ben: So, why didn't you guys ever even try to get together?
Jason Fryman: It's too much familiarity. It's like she's one of my limbs.
Ben: And that's bad, because...?
Jason Fryman: Because I hate myself.
Jeff: You know what? I have a asshole for a brother and it breaks my heart.
Lou: At least I have my testicles.
Shun Kazama: There's no future for people who worship the future, and forget the past.
Malcolm: I'm not even wearing a clean pair of Granny panties.
[Fred is moaning, the male cop knocks on the window.]
Male Cop: Are you okay?
Grace: Don't worry. This isn't what it looks like.
Fred: Yeah, it isn't.
Grace: I was giving him a faux-job.
Male Cop: A faux-job?
Female Cop: Yeah, that's when a woman goes south on a man but she doesn't use her mouth. So she uses her hands and makes noises.
Fred: Wait, what?
Matt Franklin: I'm... I'm just messed up, OK? I don't know what I want to do. And I'm sorry I'm such a fucking failure.
Bill Franklin: You haven't really failed, son, because you haven't really tried to succeed. So don't credit yourself as a failure. You're worse than that.
Matt Franklin: I just can't figure it out, Dad.
Bill Franklin: Don't cry like that in jail, son.
Bill Walter: Hey, no hard feelings, right?
Rodrick Heffley: Hey, Bill, you know what? After tonight, you're out of the band.
Bill Walter: What?
Rodrick Heffley: That's rock and roll, bro.
Ethan: The Hamptons are like a zombie movie directed by Ralph Lauren.
Norah: I waited so long for this lie to come true, that I finally paid someone to tell the truth for me.
Mercedes Tainot: Are you clairvoyant?
Steve Dibiasi: No... Steve Dibiasi.
Billy: Nothing like two dudes and a dog making candles.
Ned: Such a cliche.