Mesh-Head: If I were you, I would run.
Buddy: If you were me, you'd be good-lookin'.
Head Pin Pal: Nice tuxedo. Nice tuxedo to die in.
Buddy: Float away, little butterfly. Just flutter away. I got a gig in Vegas. And the wastelands ain't no place for kids.
Ward Cleaver: You ever try a pink golf ball, Wally? Why, the wind shear alone on a pink golf ball can take the head off a 90-pound midget at over 300 yards.
Buddy: What are you lookin' at? You look up at the sky, you look down on the ground, but you don't look at me, kid. Got it?
