Betsy Jobs: Checkers pooped.
Rose Mary Woods: Girls, the President's dog doesn't "poop." He "does his business."
Henry Kissinger: Excuse me, Mr. President. I was not informed that you were in the middle of... what the hell ARE you in the middle of?
Dick: Checkers - shut up. Or I'll feed you to the Chinese.
Dick: I've got a way with young people. They trust me.
Henry Kissinger: It's all right, gentlemen. I'm familiar with these two young ladies. Well, not "familiar", familiar, obviously.
Betsy Jobs: You kicked Checkers, you're prejudiced and you have a potty mouth.
Mrs. Spinnler: Every lie is another brick in the pathway to hell.
Arlene Lorenzo: I love Dick.