Castor Troy: You'll be seeing a lot of changes around here. Papa's got a brand new bag.
Castor Troy: If you dress like Halloween, ghouls will try to get in your pants.
Dr. Walsh: What do you want?
Castor Troy: Take one goddamn guess!
Castor Troy: Lies, deceit, mixed messages... This is turning into a real marriage.
Castor Troy: I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave.
Castor Troy: It's like looking in a mirror. Only... Not.
Castor Troy: No daughter of mine would shoot so wide.
Castor Troy: Well, I've gotta go. I've got a government job to abuse, and a lonely wife to fuck. Oh, sorry. Make love to.