Vida Boheme: I think tomorrow is a "Say Something" hat day.
Sheriff Dollard: When the founding fathers wrote the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution, what have you. "Liberty and justice for all", they didn't mean that.
Farmer: I can tell you one thing about them founding fathers of America.
Sheriff Dollard: What's that?
Farmer: They sure had fabulous wigs.
Vida Boheme: Chi-Chi, you just sit right here. I am going upstairs to have a talk with Miss Noxeema. We will be right back.
Noxeema Jackson: I am not going upstairs with you. I ain't drivin' you no more, Miss Daisy.
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt: Oh, my God, I'm like a compass near north.
Noxeema Jackson: Thank you.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: Get with the program mijas, no-one is so rich as to throw away a friend.
Vida Boheme: I feel like Miss Jayne Mansfield in this car.
Noxeema Jackson: Oooh, Jayne Mansfield. Not a good auto reference.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: Vida, how come you never told us you were rich, mama?
Vida Boheme: I'm not rich, my parents are.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: I'm the Latina Marilyn Monroe. I've got more legs than a bucket of chicken.
Vida Boheme: Now she's gonna get herself kidnapped by some mountain man and we will have to rescue her.
Noxeema Jackson: You know, Vida, you were absolutely right.
Vida Boheme: About what?
Noxeema Jackson: I mean, now I realise that... you gotta take chances. Because you never know, you know what I mean? I mean, what the hell! I'm not gonna worry about if people accept me or not. I'm gonna make Hollywood wherever I am at.
Vida Boheme: I would like.
Noxeema Jackson: Stand up, Vida.
Noxeema Jackson: Ooh, Miss Clara, we gonna make you look like Emma Peel.
Bobby Lee: Are you serious about Bobby Ray, Miss Chi-Chi?
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: Baby, you can have him. I've got a million dream lovers, all right. I've got a broken heart for every light on Broadway. And when one of them goes out, I just screw in another one, okay, hello good-bye.
Vida Boheme: Carol Ann, if we're going to be friends, there really is something I should tell you.
Carol Ann: Adam's Apple?
Vida Boheme: What?
Carol Ann: Adam's Apple. Women don't have Adam's Apples, only men have Adam's Apples. The first night that you came to town I noticed that you had yourself an Adam's Apple.
Vida Boheme: Then, then you know?
Carol Ann: I know, that I am very fortunate to have a lady friend who just happens to have an Adam's Apple.
Vida Boheme: Maps are for cheating.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: Don't do that! Don't do that! What are you doing?
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: How do I look?
Noxeema Jackson: Like the Miami Sound Machine just exploded all over you.
Carol Ann: This is the presidential suite.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: Must've been one of those bad presidents.
Merna: Vaya con dios, Miss Chi-Chi.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: You ruin my language and I still love you.
Loretta: These all grow wild around here.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: You all grow wild around here. This reminds me of the story of Princess Laritza in 'Revenge of the Wench'. Seem everyone was giving her flowers because they thought she was dead, right? But she had taken this magical concoction.
Loretta: Well, anyway, bye-bye.
Merna: Bye.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: Bye.
Vida Boheme: Internal combustion, the ultimate accessory.
Bobby Ray: Don't cry, Miss Chi-Chi, please don't cry... Miss Chi-Chi, if you were my girl, you'd never cry for anything, except... maybe... for happiness.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: You said a mouthful.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: Live life before it lives you.
Vida Boheme: Now she going to herself kidnapped by some wild mountain man and we will have to rescue her.
