Don: Tough luck, kiddo, but your family's better off. You spend your life around garbage, you start to stink.
Sally: I don't like the taste of losing, Don. It tastes like a bad egg. You know, the kind that gives you the burps.
Don: During this election, I've done some things, Sally, some things I'm not so proud of. Did I know better? Sure. But it's this this town, this crazy town.
Sally: Makes you want to brush your teeth.
Don: You're in luck. I'm packin'.

Harry: Thank you, fellow Rutherford...onian...ites. Anyway, I'm here because of all you people. Men, women. Of course, if I had my way, there'd be, like, a lot more women. Hey, you know, on any given day, I see maybe one, two women, tops. I want to see more women. Everywhere I go, more women.
Judith: More women in the workplace, yes!
Harry: Okay. Vote Harry S. Solomon. The "S" stands for know-how. I'm sorry, snow-how.

Mary: I can't believe you're voting against your own brother.
Dick: Ha! Just watch me.
Harry: Dick! You're not going to vote for me? Well, that hurts. And I know because I feel your pain. [gives a thumbs up with his left hand] But Harry Solomon is not worried because Harry Solomon knows that Harry Solomon can win. [holds up his right fist, clenching a pencil]
Dick: Oh! How can you possibly win?
Harry: Because Harry Solomon appeals to both sides. [holds up both hands]