Sally: Don, I'll tell you, this place is really starting to get to me. I mean, you know, it's nice... It's nice... It's not even nice.
Don: Aw, it's not so bad. It's just an attic.
Sally: It's not just this place, Don. It's my life. I just want something else.
Don: Something else?
Sally: You know, sometimes I just wish somebody would take me away from here.
Don: Sally, are you saying what I think you're saying?
Sally: I'm saying I want someone to take me away from here. Where'd I lose you? [exits]
Don: Oh, you didn't lose me, Sally. I'm onto you like white on rice.

Dick: Well, I'm building up quite a case against those robber barons downstairs. Quite a case, indeed. Tommy, break this window.
Harry: Dick, why don't you just pay Mrs. Dubcek the rent?
Dick: Harry, this is our home. What's got into you? You've been spending too much time downstairs.
Mrs. Dubcek: [enters] Dick, your rent is way past due. Pay it, or I'm turning off the heat.
Dick: Oh, how predictable. Does that come right out of your slumlord's manual?
Harry: Dick, you're not being fair.
Dick: Fair? Is it fair that we have to live in a house with broken windows?! [notices window is still intact] Tommy!

Sally: Don wants to get married.
Tommy: Oh, to who?
Sally: Me, you idiot!
Tommy: Really? That's great.
Sally: Yeah. Mrs. Sally Orville.
Tommy: It'll be great when you guys get married. You'll be together all the time.
Sally: All the time.
Tommy: Man, I would've loved that. I mean I don't even have the same lunch period with Alissa.
Sally: Well, you know, I have been a woman on this planet three years now, I mean, guess the next step is to get married. It's very popular.
Tommy: You know, major celebrities are doing it all the time.
Sally: Really? Then it's gotta be great.

Harry: Mm. You know, that guy ought to buy a vowel.
Vicki Dubcek: Baby, that's Dan Rather. Ain't nobody gonna sell him a vowel.

Vicki Dubcek: It's cold out there, Harry. You want a little piece of my afghan?
Harry: Oh, see? Now, that's the respect I deserve. Upstairs no one ever offers me a piece. Much less sleeps with me on a semi-regular basis.
Vicki Dubcek: Still, I'm kinda sorry that mama turned off your family's heat up there.
Harry: [snorts] Family. That's not my family anymore. You heard what Dick said. I'm a Dubcek now. And Dick's gotta learn that you can't take advantage of a Dubcek. We come from a proud people, Vicki. Don't we?
Vicki Dubcek: Well, not so much proud as... uppity.
Harry: Uppity! Right. Good. And you can't take advantage of uppity people. Uppity people are not to be taken advantage of!
Vicki Dubcek: Harry, you've- you've become so ruthless.
Harry: Oh, I'm a bitch, Vicki.

Mary: Oh, you must be so thrilled.
Sally: Yeah, I am. I mean, hey, it's every girl's dream to be tied down to her guy for the rest of her life, huh?
Mary: Tied down.
Sally: Yeah.
Mary: Okay.
Sally: I've always had these crazy dreams of, I don't know, backpacking through Boston or opening a souvenir shop in downtown Korea. [chuckles] Now I don't have to worry about which one to do because I'm not gonna do any of them. I'm gonna marry Don, and that makes me happy.
Nina: Uh, you're not planning on writing your own vows, are you?

Dick: Harry, I'm sorry I kicked you out of the family.
Harry: Mm. That's all right. I'm sorry I turned my back on the family.
Dick: That's all right. I'm sorry I tried to have you arrested.
Harry: That's all right. I'm sorry I tried to get you evicted.
Dick: That's all right.
Harry: Hmm. Spitting.
Dick: You missed the sink.
Harry: I'm sorry I missed the sink.
Dick: That's all right.

Sally: Hello! I am in here.
Tommy: I know! I'm standing right next to you.
Sally: Get out, ya brat.
Tommy: No, I'm asking out Alissa today, and I can't with these dry elbows. I mean, pass me the moisturizer.
Sally: Oh, my god, there's some on my fist.

Harry: Coming through! Spitting!
Sally: Harry, you missed the sink.
Tommy: Harry, if I asked you out on a date, would you reject me because of these elbows?
Harry: No, I'd reject you because I like ladies.

Don: Uh, hello, ladies. Is- Is Dick around?
Mary: No. Why?
Don: No reason. Uh, just tell him that I have a question I would like to- No, uh, just tell him that I came by, and, uh- No, just tell him that I didn't stop by. Thank you.