Harry Tuttle: ...well, that's a pipe of a different color.
Harry Tuttle: My good friends call me Harry.
Sam Lowry: Tuttle! Harry Tuttle: Call me Harry!
Dr. Lewis Jaffe: Just me and my little knife! Snip snip - slice slice... can you believe it?
Spoor: Where'd you get this from, eh? Out yer nostril?
Spoor: All you've got to do is blow your nose and it's fixed, in't it?
Sam Lowry: Are you alright? Jill Layton: Yeah. Sam Lowry: Well, you don't deserve to be!
T.V. Interviewer: How do you account for the fact that the bombing campaign has been going on for thirteen years? Mr. Helpmann: Beginners' luck.
Telegram Girl: [dancing wildly, while singing in an absurdly high soprano] A-a-a-a-a-a-A-a-a-a-a-a-a-A-a-a-a-a-a-a-A-A! Mrs Ida Lowry requests the pleasure of your COMPANYYYY! At her APARTMENT TONIIIIGHTT! For eight thirtee-EE-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-EE, to M...
Shirley: [no meals yet] Salt?
[last lines] Mr. Helpmann: He's got away from us, Jack. Jack Lint: Afraid you're right, Mr. Helpmann. He's gone. Mr. Helpmann: Mmm. Jack Lint: Well...
Kurtzmann: Has anybody seen Sam Lowry?
Mr. Warrenn: There you are, your own number on your very own door. And behind that door, your very own office! Welcome to the team, DZ-015
Harry Tuttle: Listen, this old system of yours could be on fire and I couldn't even turn on the kitchen tap without filling out a 27b/6... Bloody paperwork.
Kurtzmann: It's been confusion from the word go!
Mrs. Buttle: What have you done with his body?
Jack Lint: Until this whole thing blows over, just stay away from me.
Jack Lint: It's not my fault that Buttle's heart condition didn't appear on Tuttle's file!
