Nina: And if you think that I won't cause a scene just because we're in a fancy restaurant, you had better think again because I'm going to tell you exactly what I think of your sorry ass and the loser school that owns it because I, Nina Campbell, am quitting! [sobs] I work damn hard for you!
Dick: Nina, sit down. I'm not firing you.
Nina: You're not?
Dick: No.
Nina: Oh. Okay. [clears throat] [clicks fingers to the waiter] Um, I'd like to change my order. Bring me the rack of lamb and a beefeater martini, straight up with an olive.
Dick: But about Dr. Albright's number-
Nina: Don't press your luck.

Dick: Sally, you know, fragrance is an integral part of the human experience. The smell of flowers in the springtime, the aroma of fresh baked apple pie.
Harry: A beautiful sunset with pink and orange streaking the sky.
Tommy: Harry, that's a sight, not a smell.
Harry: Oh. Well, I knew it was one of those face hole things.

Tommy: Why did I have to come here? I was perfectly happy sitting in my room, fantasizing that August doesn't hate my guts.
Dick: Because you're the information officer. I'm sure you can defeat a simple door lock.
[Tommy punches his hand through the glass and opens the door]
Dick: What are you doing?! This is illegal. Now we're breaking and entering.
Tommy: What did you expect me to do? Beam you in?