Spangler: Hello!
Lois: Who are you?
Spangler: Edwin Spangler. I am commandant of Marlin Academy.
Lois: Good for you. Where's your eye?
Spangler: Pardon?
Lois: Do your ears work? Do you have some business with my son? He needs to rest.
Spangler: Well, I stopped by to pick up your boy's homework.
Lois: Homework?! [chuckles] You're not giving him homework. My son nearly lost his life. Something that never would've happened if you'd taken proper care of him in the first place.
Spangler: Well, I assure you, ma'am, had it not been for Francis' long history of crying wolf-
Lois: Crying wolf? You listen to me, you idiot! My child is sick. He does not need you marching in here, puffing up your little chest and making his life more miserable than it already is. Why don't you just go play army man somewhere else?
Spangler: [walks away] God, she is magnificent.

Eraserhead: We've had a vote. We're backing out of the contest.
Malcolm: What?
Lloyd: Your father has commandeered this project and twisted it toward his own mad ends.
Dabney: We want our blueprints back.
Stevie: We can... do this... the easy... way... or... we can... do this... the hard...
Malcolm: Come on, my dad's in the backyard.
Stevie: ...way.

Spangler: I can't apologize enough for these barbaric accommodations. You deserve so much more.
Lois: Oh, no, this is fine. Why are all the hotel rooms booked?
Spangler: The All-Alabama Gay Rodeo is in town again. Homosexuals riding horses and such. It does wonders for the local economy but you have to fight the crowds for everything. If you're interested, I have some passes.
Lois: No, thanks.
Spangler: Another time, then. Bon soir.