The Mask: Our love is like a red, red rose... And I am a little thorny.
The Mask: Ooh, somebody stop me!
Charlie Schumacher: A girl like that is always looking for the BBD. Bigger Better Deal.
Stanley Ipkiss: You don't know that, Charlie. She's an artist. She's... She's sensitive.
Charlie Schumacher: Stanley, listen to me. That girl will tear your heart out, put it in a blender and hit "frappe."
The Mask: SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSMOKIN'!
[Doyle and a cop are going through the Mask's pockets.]
Dolye: A picture of Calloway's wife.
Lt. Calloway: What? Margaret! You son of a bitch!
The Mask: Geez. I'd figure you'd have a sense of humor. After all, you married her.
Charlie Schumacher: Gee, I wish MY daddy owned a bank. Then I could be a rich little creep too.
The Mask: It's party time. P, A, R, T. Y? Because I gotta!
Dorian Tyrell: 50 grand. 50 grand to the man who finds that green-faced son of a bitch before the cops do. I want you to get the word out to every street hustler, to every lowlife in this town, you understand? I want him here tomorrow, alive.
Dr. Arthur Neuman: We all wear masks... Metaphorically speaking.
Eddy: The money better be here, Ipkiss. Or you're gonna "Ipkiss" your ass goodbye.
Mr. Dickey: IPKISS! You're 40 minutes late. Now that's the same as stealing!
Mask: Hold on, Sugar! Daddy's got a sweet tooth tonight!
Peggy Brandt: Do you know how hard it is to find a decent man in this town? Most of them think monogamy is some kind of wood.