Dick: I'm done. How do I look?
[Dick removes the hair cap to revealed his freshly-dyed jet black hair]
Sally: Um, Dick, um... Okay, if somebody were helping you with an experiment and things went awry and you became horribly disfigured, you wouldn't hold it against them, now would you?
Dick: Why? What happened?
Sally: Nothing. Destroy all the mirrors now!
Dick: No, no! I've got to see! [holds up a hand mirror] Oh, my God! I'm gorgeous!

Dick: These women, they're all vibrant, healthy, strong, young. They're just like Sally.
Sally: You know, I've been thinking about this. Every time I turn on the TV or open a magazine, I see people like me. All the ads are aimed at me. I am what counts.
Dick: I think you're full of something, Lieutenant.
Sally: No, no, no, no. If I don't watch a TV show, it's canceled. I don't like a soft drink, history. If I don't like a certain feminine product with wings, they'll make one with a propeller. I am the target demographic. Face it, Dick. I'm young, hot and all-powerful.
Harry: You just said yes to you.

[Tommy and Sally are nervously stood in the kitchen looking at a bowl of Jell-O]
Tommy: Now, you say Mrs. Dubcek brought it to us?
Sally: Uh-huh. What do you think it wants?
Tommy: What is it trying to tell us?
Sally: The thing that scares me the most are the little oranges in its stomach.