Samantha: [at party] Hey, not bad, The Naked Guy showed.
Droz: All right, The Naked Guy! Now it's a party!

My god, Vanessa's got a fabulous body... I bet she shags like a minx... How do I let them know because of the unfreezing process, I have no inner monologue? I hope I didn't just say that all out loud just now.

Austin Powers

Cody's around here somewhere, I can feel it in my nuggets!

Chicken Joe

John: So, what do you reckon to our new Prime Minister, then?
Judy: I like him. Can't understand why he's not married, though.
John: Oh, you know the type. Married to his job. Either that or gay as a picnic basket.

Quentin Hapsburg: We'll be at the reception. Make sure nothing happens to him while I'm gone. Then, I want the pleasure of killing you myself.
Lt. Frank Drebin: The pleasure is all mine.

Badges? We don't need no stinking badges.

Mexican Bandit

Maybe we should let bygones be bygones. You got off some good shots, I got off some good ones. Let's call it a tie.

Roy O'Bannon

Deacon: I object!
Rickey: We all object. Answer the question.

Peter Gibbons: So you guys are gonna fire Mike and Samir, and you're gonna give *me* more money?
Bob Porter: [nods] Uh-huh.
Peter Gibbons: Wow.

We fear change.

Garth Algar

Grace: Oh, Ed. You just sounded like Dirty Harry just then.
Ed Rooney: Really? Thanks, Grace.

May I have ten thousand marbles, please?


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