Joe Ross: You could call me Joe.
Susan Ricci: Yeah, long as I didn't take that as inducement to, you know, further intimacy.
Nuria: Do you believe in god?
Misato Katsuragi: Shinji, this is your home now.
Jigo: Are you selling soup or donkey piss?
Kenny: I'm gonna call the Ghostbusters on your ass.
Murray: One wish per customer and no wishes for more wishes. They plugged that loophole up years ago. In past years there were abuses.
Calderon: What's most bewildering to Her Majesty... is this arrogant independence of the American courts. After all, if you cannot rule the courts, you cannot rule.
Martin Van Buren: Señor Calderon, as any true American will tell you, it's the independence of our courts that keeps us free.
Liquor Store Manager: I said you'll have to leave or we'll call the police.
Kyle: Oh, relax okay?
Liquor Store Manager: That's it Barney, call the police.
Eric: Yeah, Barney cause you got first big guy? Hey ah, do you like this? Points to the bottle of wine.
Liquor Store Manager: Put the bottle back, sir.
Lt. Brutus: He's a genius, huh?
David Langley: That's what they tell me.
Lt. Brutus: Well, he looks like a fruitcake to me.
Grace: I don't want to go to Mexico, Bobby. I want to stay with you. Don't you think I care about you?
Bobby: I think you're a lying, backstabbing, psycho bitch... and one day you'll kill me. But it's nice to know you care.
Ellen: What happened?
Det. Duvall: Burglery... She lost a lot of jewelry. Not to mention the house trashed, the cat eviscerated.
Audience Member: You should run for President! It would send a message.
Michael Moore: What message? Eat out more often?
Dr. Butz: When those lawyers start crawling all over you, that's when you know you're a doctor.
Toby Wong: Back to plan A.
Malik Brody: What's plan A?
Toby Wong: Don't get shot.
Malik Brody: Good plan.
Mrs. Pascal: Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go baste the turkey and hide the kitchen knives.
Lizzie: I know karate.
John Henry Irons: I never could make the free-throws.
Peagreen Clock: Great, just great. I've been outside for two minutes and I'm covered in POO.
Father Stratton: You sold your soul.
Raphael: No, father, I sold my body. Like a whore.