"Fasten your seatbelts, it's going to be a bumpy night!"
"What are these?"
"These are tags, red for the slumber room, green for the organ transplant and so on and so on."
"What about this one?"
"Well that one is intresting we will talk about it later."
"Is it sexy?"
"Mom... am I nuts?"
"I'm taking care of the Chairman. He's going on a month's compulsory rehab."
"You're putting him in Daisy!"
"Daisy's too good for the bastard. He's going on as an anteater!"
"At least I'm not an anteater."
"[shouts] I'm interfacing!"
"I don't make threats, Mr. Fingal. Only promises!"
"I guess I made some waves."
"It is a pleasure, dear sir, to see the waves you make."
"Thou shalt not screw around with things thou dost not understand."
"Listen to me, Fingal... Your navel is very deep. I can't even see to the bottom of it. If you fall in, I can't guarantee to pull you out."
"I wouldn't wish that no good drone on anyone. Now he has started playing around with himself!"
"I got 47 credits. What kind of a dopple do you think that buys?"
"An anteater? Maybe."
"Oh, Desiree... You could have got mustard all over his brain!"
"Electrons don't dance, Fingal. They don't make love."