|Hey Look! It's Enrico Pallazzo!|
|Everywhere I look, something reminds me of her…|
|''...In the perilous night / For the ramparts we watched / uh, da-da-da-da-da-daaaa…''|
|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.|
|-Here, you can take this back.|
-Whose is that?
|Just think; next time I shoot someone, I could be arrested.|
|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!|
|-I can't see anything.|
-Use your open eye, Frank.
|-Hey! The missing evidence in the Kelner case! My God, he really was innocent!|
-He went to the chair two years ago, Frank.
-No, Dutch Irish. My father was from Wales.
|Please disperse, nothing to see here…|
|Frank, they're not here for you. 'Weird Al' Yankovic is on the plane.|
|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.|
|-You want to take a dinghy?|
-No, I took care of that at the press conference.
|Entering without a search warrant, destroying property, arson, sexual assault with a concrete dildo...?|
|And don't ever let me catch you guys in America!|
|I've got nine more.|
|-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.
|All right, Stephanie, gently extend your arm. Extend your middle finger.|
|Look Ed, he's got a picture of your wife.|
|-How could you do something so vicious?|
-It was easy my dear. You forget, I spent two years as a building contractor.
|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?|
|Mrs. Nordberg, I think we can save your husband's arm. Where would you like it sent?|