Martin Barnfield: We're cooking here. This is a stew, a gumbo, a jambalaya, if you will. We're just jamming.
Musical Director: Okay, girls, that was absolutely perfect without really being any good at all.
The Chief: When the rabbit of chaos is pursued by the ferret of disorder through the fields of anarchy, it is time to hang your pants on the hook of darkness. Whether they're clean or not.
Posh: You could always take your shirt off Geri.
Ginger Spice: Shut up.
Posh: It was just a joke.
Clifford: They're hot, Chief! They've got fire in their eyes, hunger in their bellies and great big shoes on their feet.
Sporty: Oy, don't you be starting on Capricorns.
Ginger Spice: Now that's Girl Power.
Ginger Spice: Boys, boys! Calm down! Haven't you ever heard of the word "compromisation"?
Clifford: You don't have a life. You have a schedule.