Felicia: Oh, you can't do that with a ping-pong ball.
Bernadette: Do you wanna bet?
Felicia: How long have we been on the road?
Bernadette: Four and a half hours.
Felicia: This old man he played two. He played knick-knack with my poo.
Felicia: Well, girls, what can I say? Here's to a secret very well kept.
Bernadette: Shame it's not gonna stay that way, isn't it?
Dr. Emil Harting: Your nanites are down. All that's left is Ray Garrison.
Ray Garrison: And that's enough.
Harrison Lee Van Buren Sr.: This is why I never do business with Italians. The spics of Europe.
Harrison Lee Van Buren Sr.: I've found our conversation persuasive and intellectually stimulating.
Harrison Lee Van Buren Sr.: When dogs get sick, they often bite the hand of those who fed them, until someone mercifully puts them down.
Aldrich Killian: Ever since the big dude with the hammer fell out of the sky, subtelty kind of had its day.
President Ellis: This is the Roxxon Norco!
Aldrich Killian: And of course, you'll remember that when she spilled a million gallons of crude oil off the coast, thanks to you not one fat cat saw a day in court.
President Ellis: What do you want from me?
Aldrich Killian: Nothing, sir. I just needed a reason to kill you that would play well on TV.
Ed Exley: A hooker cut to look like Lana Turner is still a hooker.
Johnny Stampanato: Hey!
Ed Exley: She looks just like Lana Turner.
Jack Vincennes: She is Lana Turner.
Ed Exley: What?
Jack Vincennes: She IS Lana Turner.
Ed Exley: Why'd you become a cop?
Jack Vincennes: I don't remember.
Snow: Ok, see here on the map?
Emilie Warnock: Yeah.
Snow: That's where the pod is. You get in it, you fly away. The good guys will come and get you, ok?
Emilie Warnock: On my own?
Snow: You're a big girl, right? Here's an apple and a gun. Don't talk to strangers, shoot them.
Langral: What happened in that hotel room?
Snow: Oh, it was coupon night and I was trampolining your wife.
[Snow is punched in the face.]
Langral: You're a real comedian aren't you, Snow?
Snow: Well I guess that's why they call it the punch line.
[Snow is punched again.]
Langral: You don't like me, do you?
Snow: Don't flatter yourself. I don't like anybody.
Langral: With that attitude, I can see why nobody likes you.
Snow: Oh, come on. People love me. Just ask your wife.
[Snow is punched again.].
Snow: Don't get me wrong. It's a dream vacation. I mean, I load up. I go into space. I get inside the maximum-security nuthouse. Save the President's daughter, if she's not dead already. Get past all the psychos who've just woken up. I'm thrilled that you would think of me.
