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

Fiona: How's Duckface?
Charles: Good form actually, not too mad.

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

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.

Harry: Number One, why aren't you in when I fucking told you to be. Number Two, why doesn't this hotel have fucking phones with fucking voicemail on them and not have to leave messages with the fucking receptionist? Number Three you better fucking be in tomorrow night when I fucking call again or there'll be fucking Hell to pay. I'm fucking telling you.
Ray: Jeez, he swears a lot, doesn't he?

While we're young.

Al Czervik

I don't want to waste another moment of my life without you in it.

Andrew Largeman

You don't deserve them, I mean you eat carbs, for Chrissake!


Jerry Lundegaard: Well, we've never done this before. But seeing as it's special circumstances and all, he says I can knock a hundred dollars off that Trucoat.
Irate Customer: A hundred... You lied to me, Mr Lundegaard. You're a bald-faced liar. A... fucking liar. Where's my goddamn checkbook? Let's get this over with.

I'm a sophisticated sex robot, sent back in time to change the future for one lucky lady.

Chuck Sherman

I am so excited to see those little Fockers!

Pam Byrnes

Supposedly Cousteau and his cronies invented the idea of putting walkie-talkies into the helmet. But we made ours with a special rabbit ear on the top so we could pipe in some music.

Steve Zissou

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