Vicki Dubcek: Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Harry: What?
Vicki Dubcek: Why are you wearing such constrictive underpants?
Harry: Well, Dick was done with them.
Vicki Dubcek: Harry, you know, you are not helping the cause. You've got to get with the program. Take 'em off.
Harry: What?
Vicki Dubcek: Take 'em off now. Take 'em off.
Harry: You know, if it's all the same to you, I think I'll just leave them on. [sobs] [runs out]

Mary: [on the phone] No, Mom, I don't have Grandma's recipe for apple pan dowdy. Look, every time this beeper goes off, I think you're dead, and I'm starting to get disappointed. No, Mom, I'm kidding. I'm kidding. Bye. [hangs up] The hell I am!

Tommy: Mmm! Now, this is a television!
Sally: Oh, God. Look how big everything is. I mean, that violin looks like a cello.
Tommy: No, that is a cello.
Sally: Oh, I was wondering why that dude was playing the violin between his legs.

Dick: Oh, so bright. [Dick is hit by a Frisbee] What the-
Boy: Hey, mister, that's my Frisbee.
Dick: Are you talking to me? Are you talking to me?
Boy: Yeah.
Dick: I'd almost forgotten. There are real people on this planet.
Boy: Can I have my Frisbee?
Dick: Go long, young man. Go long! [glass breaks; cat meows]
Boy: [o.s.] Nice throw, ya freak!
Dick: What an enchanting boy.

Sally: There it is, Harry. We had that one.
Harry: Sweet mother! There's a picture in the picture!