Dairy Queen Photographer: So, what? Do you fancy yourself as some sort of artist or what?
Anti-Artist: No, I'm an anti-artist.
Dairy Queen Photographer: Oooooh, one of those neo-poseur types that hangs out in coffee shops, and... doesn't do much of anything. Yeah.
Goddard Bolt: I did it! I did it.
A man sitting/leaning back, on a building.: Where did he do it? Not here, I hope.
Daddy: Put your damn tit back in your dress. Replace that tit.
Parole Board Official: The parole board's ready, Blake. I hope you remembered to floss.
Parole Board Official: I did! With your wife's pubic hair.
Ethan O'Fallon: Now look, Hallie, you can ask for toys, parakeets, hair care products, I don't care. But you may not ask for anything to do with interpersonal relationships! Got it? This is Santa Claus, not Dear Abby.
Bill Lee: I understood writing could be dangerous. I didn't realise the danger came from the machinery.
Driver: If there's no room at the Hotel Genius, I'll take a room at the Hotel Imbecile.
Wong Fei Hung: Why so many swords and daggers on the table?
Johnny: You're not wasting my time, I'm just cooling.
Franklyn Madson: Well I, for one, am v-v-very interested to see w-w-what's going to happen next.
Sara: What did you have in mind?
Harris: Well, I was thinking of taking you on a cultural tour of L.A.
Sara: That's the first fifteen minutes, then what?
Harris: All right, a cynic. First stop is six blocks from here.
Sara: Why don't we walk?
Harris: Walk? A walk in L.A.?
Nick Fifer: I don't know how our marriage lasted.
Deborah Fifer: Mutual death wish.
Victor Geddes: My mother said, "You don't have to like everything, but you have to try everything."
Hilary O'Neil: Oh, my mother always said, "Pass the Velveeta."
Josephine's Mother: No one's ever been able to tell that girl anything... least of all me.
Daniel: They have an afterworld of their own.
Father Laforgue: They have no concept of one.
Daniel: Annuka told me they believe that in the forest at night the dead can see. The souls of men hunt the souls of animals.
Father Laforgue: Is that what she told you? It is childish, Daniel.
Daniel: Is it harder to believe in than Paradise where we all sit on clouds and look at God?
Dan Merrick: You know what I like best about amnesia?
Judith Merrick: What?
Dan Merrick: After seven years of marriage, I get to fall in love with you all over again.