|Just think; next time I shoot someone, I could be arrested.|
|Please disperse, nothing to see here…|
|Frank, they're not here for you. 'Weird Al' Yankovic is on the plane.|
|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.|
|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.|
|-How could you do something so vicious?|
-It was easy my dear. You forget, I spent two years as a building contractor.
|-I can't see anything.|
-Use your open eye, Frank.
|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!|
|''...In the perilous night / For the ramparts we watched / uh, da-da-da-da-da-daaaa…''|
|Hey Look! It's Enrico Pallazzo!|
|Look Ed, he's got a picture of your wife.|
|-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...?|
-No, Dutch Irish. My father was from Wales.
|Everywhere I look, something reminds me of her…|
|-Here, you can take this back.|
-Whose is that?
|-Hey! The missing evidence in the Kelner case! My God, he really was innocent!|
-He went to the chair two years ago, Frank.
|I've got nine more.|
|And don't ever let me catch you guys in America!|
|Mrs. Nordberg, I think we can save your husband's arm. Where would you like it sent?|
|-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.
|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?|
|All right, Stephanie, gently extend your arm. Extend your middle finger.|