[after being drugged] Jenny. I love you, Jenny. I wanna be your wife.

It's the purest plutonium in the universe. Pretty, isn't it?

I happen to have access to one of the sexiest lasers on the eastern seaboard.

Oh, what did you want us to do? Put up a neon sign that says 'Secret Weapons Laboratory'?

You try to tough it out with them, they'll lock you in a room and throw away the room.

[as they are about to disarm the bomb] Anybody want to make a bet?

Hey, Mister, I betcha can't guess what I've got in this box. An atomic bomb.

I never thought I'd say this to anyone, but I have to go get the atomic bomb from out of the trunk of the car.

[to Matthewson] You are what you are, Doctor - a son of a bitch, like the rest of us. Now do what needs to be done.

You mean I'm gonna die because some asshole didn't bring a pair of pliers?

Student: [about Paul] What's the problem? Was he sexually abusing the hamsters or something?

Scientist #1: [about Matthewson] He'd get the Nobel if he could publish.
Scientist #2: Publish?
Scientist #1: I said 'if'.

Elizabeth: And you're interested in a one bedroom sublet, furnished? Any special requirements?
Matthewson: It should be quiet and in an English-speaking country.

Jenny: A five-leaf clover. Where did you find it?
Paul: Growing outside that lab. You know the odds of that kind of mutation happening naturally, without chemicals or radiation or something?
Jenny: What?
Paul: There are none. I looked it up, it's like a billion to one. It never happens.
Jenny: Maybe you're just very lucky.
[Paul hands Jenny a mass of five-leaf clovers]
Jenny: Oh my God.

Jenny: This isn't funny. Do you know what this is like? It's like when you read about, I don't know, Anne Frank or something and you say to yourself, Jesus why didn't they do something. The whole world is collapsing. They just sat around, life as usual, myabe it'll go away, but it never goes away it only gets worse and nobody thinks about the future. What's the matter?
Paul: Who's Anne Frank?
Jenny: Um, a girl in my English class.