Rod Nelson: Hey, Mister! Watch your talk.
Hercules: I can hear my talk. I cannot watch it.
Hercules: Ha, ha, ha. You have strucked Hercules.
Myron Larabee: I work for the post office so you know I'm not stable! Tell 'em.
Howard Langston: This man is totally insane.
Myron Larabee: Thank you.
Howard Langston: I gotta tell you, Santa, there's something about this place that doesn't seem quite... Kosher.
Mall Santa: Kosher? This coming from a guy who assaulted a toddler for a super ball?
Howard Langston: You guys are nothing but a bunch of sleazy conmen in red suits.
Mall Santa: What did you call us?
Howard Langston: You heard me right. Conmen. Thieves. Degenerates. Low-lifes. Thugs. Criminals.
Mall Santa: At the North Pole, them are fightin' words, partner.
Myron Larabee: As if I didn't have enough trouble, my son sends me out for some goofy-butt toy. Some fruity robot named Turtle Man.
Howard Langston: It's Turbo Man. My son wants one, too.
Howard Langston: He got two! He got two.
Dr. Alex Hesse: I'm all woman.
Dr. Alex Hesse: My nipples are very sensitive.
Dr. Diana Reddin: Do you have your own room?
Dr. Alex Hesse: Yes. Why?
Dr. Diana Reddin: Well, call me old-fashioned, but I'll be damned if I'm having a child with a man I've never even slept with.
Dr. Alex Hesse: I've noticed that the side effects of pregnancy are greatly amplified... With the dosage of Expectane that l've required. The morning sickness, the mood swings. Sleepiness, sexual appetite.
Larry: Sexual appetite?
Dr. Alex Hesse: Yesterday, just scooping the middle out of a honeydew melon gave me a - A "Steifen."
Larry: A what? Oh. That's normal. I get 'em all the time.
Dr. Alex Hesse: My body. My choice.
Detective John Kimble: I have a headache.
Lowell: It might be a tumor.
Detective John Kimble: It's not a tumor! It's not a tumor. At all.
Detective John Kimble: You should be reading stories about bears that go shopping.
Detective John Kimble: We're going to play a wonderful game called, "Who is my daddy and what does he do?"
Miss Schlowski: What did it feel like to hit that son of a bitch?
Detective John Kimble: It felt great.
Detective John Kimble: I'm back.
Kid: What's the matter?
Detective John Kimble: Oh, I have a headache.
Lowell: It might be a tumour.
Detective John Kimble: It's not a tumour! It's not a tumour at all.
Detective John Kimble: I really appreciate your honesty. You happen to know someone that is not better than me?
Dominic: I don't know that many people.
Detective John Kimble: Just don't throw up on me.
Phoebe O'Hara: Nah, it's OK, I'm not gonna throw up on you. But I am gonna kiss you.
