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