Sally: Well...
Mr. Randell: Well... so...
Sally: What?
Mr. Randell: Would you like to...
Sally: Bear your children?
Mr. Randell: No. I was going to say "dance."
Sally: Oh. Uh, that was really embarrassing, wasn't it?
Mr. Randell: No. No, not at all. So would you like to...?
Sally: Bear your children?
Mr. Randell: Dance?

Mr. Randell: Are you having a good time?
Sally: Oh, yeah. Can I put my arm around you?
Mr. Randell: Yes.
Sally: Can I put my head on your shoulder?
Mr. Randell: Please.
Sally: Can I put my hand in your pocket?
Mr. Randell: Do you need change?
Sally: Desperately. You're so wonderful. My whole front is warm. You mind if I turn around?
Mr. Randell: Well, I-
Sally: Mmm. Toasty.
Mr. Randell: I don't want to put you on the spot, but if we don't kiss soon, my head's going to explode.
Sally: You know what's good for that? Calcium. [they kiss]

Mrs. Dubcek: Stop it! [to Tommy] Who died and made you T-Bone Walker?

Dick: Isn't it great to know who we are? I finally feel like I belong in this big melting pot they call Earth.
Sally: What a magical night. Everything was perfect. I was great. He really liked my kissing, except the spitting and biting.
Tommy: So you really like him, huh?
Sally: What's not to like? He's intelligent, kind, sweet, gentle.
Dick: So... is he Jewish?

Sally: Where's this Mr. Randell, anyway? When that mealymouthed little worm shows up, I'm going to teach him the meaning of the word- [sees Mr. Randell] Hiya.
Mr. Randell: Dr. And Mrs. Solomon?
Sally: No. No, no, no. I'm his sister. A woman. Not married. Just me, single Sally.

Dick: What are you doing?
Sally: I don't know. He's giving off this vibe. Can't you feel it?
Dick: Yes, I think I do. Does it feel like a stabbing pain in your left buttock?
Sally: No.
Dick: Then I appear to be sitting on a tack.

Mr. Randell: Dr. Solomon, Tommy's very bright, no question. Unfortunately, Tommy's having a little trouble fitting in.
Dick: What do you mean, fitting in?
Sally: Excuse me, but there's something about the thickness of your neck and the broadness of your shoulders that makes me think you'd be an agile hunter and provide well for our children.

Sally: Wasn't he cute?
Dick: Totally adorable. A little on the scattered side, though.
Sally: He asked me to a dance. I get to go dancing!
Dick: Nice.
Sally: What's dancing?

Sally: I can't believe I have to learn to dance to be with this guy.
Harry: Well, you know, if you really want Mr. Randell, use the skills you're comfortable with. Shoot a tranquilizer dart into his neck and drag him back to your place.
Dick: Harry, that is not the behavior of a human female.
Sally: Exactly. I want to charm him, beguile him. I want him to buy me a pwesent.

Mary: Oh, would you please get out of here before somebody calls the cops?
Dick: The cops, they cannot-a thwart my passion! I will stand right here till a pack of wild dogs, they chase-a me away! [dogs barking] Dogs! Run!