|Just think; next time I shoot someone, I could be arrested.|
|-Same old story. Boy finds girl, boy loses girl...girl dies in a tragic blimp accident over the Orange Bowl on New Year's Day.|
-No, the worst.
|-You want to take a dinghy?|
-No, I took care of that at the press conference.
|-Here, you can take this back.|
-Whose is that?
|Mrs. Nordberg, I think we can save your husband's arm. Where would you like it sent?|
|''...In the perilous night / For the ramparts we watched / uh, da-da-da-da-da-daaaa…''|
|Please disperse, nothing to see here…|
|Everywhere I look, something reminds me of her…|
-No, Dutch Irish. My father was from Wales.
|-I can't see anything.|
-Use your open eye, Frank.
|Well, when I see 5 weirdos dressed in togas stabbing a guy in the middle of the park in full view of 100 people, I shoot the bastards. That's my policy.|
|Jane, since I've met you, I've noticed things that I never knew were there before...birds singing, dew glistening on a newly formed leaf, stoplights.|
|Why was the 'I Luv You' not listed in Ludwig's records? And if it was, did he know about it? And if he didn't, who did? And where the hell was I?|
|I've got nine more.|
|-Hey! The missing evidence in the Kelner case! My God, he really was innocent!|
-He went to the chair two years ago, Frank.
|And don't ever let me catch you guys in America!|
|-How could you do something so vicious?|
-It was easy my dear. You forget, I spent two years as a building contractor.
|Look Ed, he's got a picture of your wife.|
|All right, Stephanie, gently extend your arm. Extend your middle finger.|
|Entering without a search warrant, destroying property, arson, sexual assault with a concrete dildo...?|
|You're right, Ed. A parachute not opening—that's a way to die. Getting caught in the gears of a combine, having your nuts bit off by a Laplander—that's the way I wanna go!|
|Hey Look! It's Enrico Pallazzo!|
|Frank, they're not here for you. 'Weird Al' Yankovic is on the plane.|