Mayor Buckman: Got any last requests, boy?
Malcolm: Yeah. Kiss my black ass.
Hadley Wolfmeyer: What kind of a dickhead runs away with his secretary? That is lame, take a right, make a left at pathetic.
Nola Rice: Men think I may be something special.
Chris Wilton: Are you?
Nola Rice: No one's ever asked for their money back.
Elliot Wilhelm: When are you going to call me?
Chili Palmer: When your phone rings.
Floyd: Welcome to Thunderdome, bitch!
Jimmy Cuervo: Quoth the raven nevermore, motherfucker.
Hector: What you doin' around here? Looking all homegirl and shit?
Allison: I always dress like this.
Hector: Oh, yeah? Wow! Here I am, trying to look like I got the money, and you're trying to look like ME! Fuckin' white people.
Chanel: I know Botox Barbie didn't just call me ignorant.
Charles Schine: Please, just take the money.
Philippe LaRoche: Chuck, I already took your money. You see this? This was your money, and I took it. Now it's mine.
Winnie the Pooh: The heffalump ate my honey. Well actually, I did, but it made me do it.
Bree Osbourne: My body may be a work-in-progress, but there is nothing wrong with my soul.
Tom Baker: What do you do for a living Eliot?
Eliot: Well... I'm in 8th grade.
Valiant: It's not the size of your wingspan that counts, no, it's the size of your spirit.
Mr. Marks: Do I smell the revolting stench of self-esteem?
George: Houses don't kill people. People kill people.