[to her friend Margie] And he took his suitcase? Marge, honey, I don't think he's coming back.

[to her friend Margie] I'll have to call you back...No no, I'll call you...

[to Milo] Well, I gotta hand it to you. You're a bigger pain in the neck than I would have ever thought possible! I consider myself an even-tempered man; it takes a rotten lot to get under my skin. But congratulations - you just won the solid gold kewpie doll!

[to Milo] You ask too many questions! Who are you?! Who sent you?! Speak up! Bah! I will know soon enough. [He grabs Milo's hand. Milo protests.] Do not be such a crybaby! Hold still! [Takes a bit of dirt from under one of Milo's fingernails.] Aha! There you are. Now tell me your story, my little friend. [Looks at dirt under magnifying lenses] Parchment fiber from the Nile circa 500 B.C., lead pencil No. 2, paint flecks of a type used in government buildings, you have a cat, short hair Persian, two years old, third in a litter of seven. These are all the microscopic fingerprints of the mapmaker. [Tastes dirt] And linguist.

All hands to the launch bay. To whoever took the "L" from the "Motor Pool" sign, ha-ha, we are all very amused.

As far as me goes... I just like to blow things up.

Commander, I think you should hear this...COmmander...Commander...Commander...Commander...

Dang lightning-bugs done bit me on my sit-upon. Somebody's gonna have to suck out this poison. Don't everybody jump up at once.

I came down the chimney, ho ho ho.

I got a sheepskin from Howard U and a bearskin from Old Iron Cloud.

I got your four basic food groups! Beans, bacon, whisky and lard.

I hate fishing. I hate fish. Hate the taste, hate the smell and I hate all them little bones.

I love it when I win.

I'm picking up something from the hydrophone I think you should hear.

Moliere, what have I told you about playing nice with other kids?! Get back! I've got soap, and I'm not afraid to use it. Back, foul creature, to the pit from whence you came!