Wirf: You'd keep my leg, wouldn't you?
Sully: You don't need a leg, you need a parrot.
Miss Beryl: Do you still bet on that horse race of yours?
Sully: What, the trifecta?
Miss Beryl: Yes. Has it ever come in?
Sully: Not yet.
Miss Beryl: But you still bet on it.
Sully: Well, sure. I mean, the odds have gotta kick in sooner or later.
Miss Beryl: Fine. That's exactly the way I feel about you.
Carl Roebuck: Sixty years old and still getting crushes on other men's wives. I would hope by the time I'm your age, I'm a little smarter than that.
Sully: Can't hurt to hope. You sure are off to a slow start.
Peter: So if you're not a father to me, how come you're a grandfather to Will?
Sully: 'cause you gotta start someplace.
Judge Flatt: Ollie, you know my feelings about arming morons: you arm one, you've got to arm them all, otherwise it wouldn't be good sport.
Peter: It's not gonna be easy being you, is it?
Sully: Don't expect much from yourself in the beginning. I couldn't do everything at first, either.
Ollie Quinn: Officer Raymer is currently under suspension.
Judge Flatt: Anesthesia is what he should be under.
