Frances: We are like a lesbian couple.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Pick 'em up and set 'em down Pyle!
Vietcong Sniper: Shoot... me. Sh-oooot... me...
Parry: Come back, we'll rummage.
Jack Lucas: [Swinging on a rope] Thank God nobody looks up in this town!
Alexandria: I don't like this story!
Seth Brundle: I've come here to say one magic word to you. Ronnie: Yeah? Seth Brundle: Cheeseburger.
Groggy: Indio calls and Groggy comes running. El Indio: And Sancho? Groggy: If you're waiting for Sancho I'll come back in another four years. He's in prison. No amore, no dinero, no sun.
Col. Douglas Mortimer: Leave Indio to me. Monco: Alright.
Kaffee: So this is what a courtroom looks like.
Kaffee: This is a sales pitch. It's not going to be won by the law, it's going to be won by the lawyers.
Kaffee: Oh, now I see what you're saying. It had to be Professor Plum in the library with the candlestick.
[first lines] Drill Master: Forward, march!
Gill: To the top of Mount Wanna-hock-a-loogie.
Dory: "P.Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney." I remembered it. I bet I could even remember it again..."P.Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney." I did it again.
Gill: Who's with me? Bloat: I. Deb: I. Bubbles: I. Gurgle: I think you're nuts.
Dentist: Good thing I pulled the right one, eh, Prime Minister?
Michael Llewelyn Davies: [about J.M. Barrie] Can we have him for supper? Sylvia Llewelyn Davies: Have him to stay for supper, Michael. We're not cannibals.
Michael Llewelyn Davies: It's a play! J.M. Barrie: It's not just *a* play, Michael. It's *the* play.
Marge Gunderson: Oh for Pete's sake, he's fleeing the interview! He's fleeing the interview!
Carl Showalter: I decided not to park there.
