Byron: Hi. Is Dr. Solomon in?
Nina: Why, yes, I am.
Byron: Dr. Dick Solomon.
Nina: Oh, that Dr. Solomon. He's not your type.
Byron: I'm from the Pendelton fax line maintenance department.
Mary: Don't you mean you're a phone guy?
Nina: He knows what he is. The fax machine would be here in my office. Where I am.
Byron: Thanks. [goes into the office]
Nina: How do I look?
Mary: Lose the sweater.

Ned Everly: Mama! I found his door.
Charlotte Everly: Good. That must be his desk. Ned, get mama a chair.
Ned Everly: Okay, mama.
Mary: May I help you?
Charlotte Everly: No, you can't. Ned, honey, go back to the motel and wait.
Ned Everly: I'm going to the motel now.
Mary: That's nice.

Dick: Charlotte. What are you doing here?
Sally: Only saving our butts.
Harry: Yeah. Mrs. Dubcek, she was our party expert, but she's gone and disappeared on us.
Tommy: But God sent us down this angel.
Charlotte Everly: Oh, hush, now. I'm just doing my part to celebrate a great man's birthday.
Dick: Ah, just when I think you're too good to be true, you are.

Dick: Well, well, here I am. Home at last. Hello! Anybody ho-o-ome?! I guess I'm here all alo-one!

Charlotte Everly: There are powerful electromagnetic signals coming from this house.
Dick: Oh, we've been microwaving with the door open.
Charlotte Everly: There's a transmitter here somewhere.
Ned Everly: And we can't find it.
Charlotte Everly: I have a theory it's installed inside of you. [drill buzzes]
Dick: Help! Help! Help! Help!

Tommy: All right, that is it! What is going on here?
Charlotte Everly: Like you don't know. I just wish I knew which one of you has the transmitter. That's the head I really want to cut open.
Harry: La la la. [points head to Tommy]

Harry: [to Don] You know, I've never been in a hostage situation before, but I think you should be ashamed of yourself.