Emmett Fitz-Hume: What's she saying?
Austin Millbarge: H... hair... hairbrush... headrest.
Emmett Fitz-Hume: Jesus, where did you learn your Russian? JCPenney?
Alice, Fitz-Hume's Supervisor: You're not going to give me some bullshit that you're dying, are you?
Emmett Fitz-Hume: No... not now.
Emmett Fitz-Hume: I'm sorry I'm late, I had to attend the reading of a will. I had to stay till the very end, and I found out I received nothing... broke my arm.
Ned Nederlander: Chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip, chip. Nanny!
Lucky Day: Farley, farley, farley, farley, farley, hafurrrrrrrrrr!
Dusty Bottoms: Kinat hoooole wilfgad...huml...sah.
Rosita: I was thinking later, you could kiss me on the veranda.
Dusty Bottoms: Lips would be fine.
Dusty Bottoms: Do you have anything here besides Mexican food?
Dusty Bottoms: Time for plan B. Plan A was to break into El Guapo's fortress.
Carmen: And that you have done, now what?
Dusty Bottoms: Well we really don't have a plan B. We didn't expect for the first plan to work. Sometimes you can overplan these things.
Cousin Eddie: I haven't seen a beatin' like that since somebody stuck a banana in my pants and turned a monkey loose.
Clark Griswold: Thanks for the pick me up Eddie.
Clark Griswold: Eddie, has anyone ever told you you're bad luck?
Cousin Eddie: Those were my mother's dying words. But I guess if your body's covered in third degree burns, and your foot's caught in a bear trap, you tend to start talkin' crazy.
Clark Griswold: Where in the hell is the damn dam tour?
Rusty: Holy crap, Wayne Newton's hittin' on mom.
Clark Griswold: It's all part of the act, Russ.
