Dewey: Live, live, die. Live, live, live, live, die.
Hal: Hey, what happened to the judicial system presided over by a tribunal of wise elders?
Dewey: I had 'em lined up and shot.
Hal: Ah. You know, son, maybe you've been spending too much...
Dewey: Silence! Seize him!
Hal: All right, son, I think it's time you goose-stepped off to bed.
Dewey: Dad! You're embarrassing me in front of my men.

Hal: So, Dewey, I'm thinking our little community can use a school.
Dewey: Don't need it. Everyone's born smart.
Hal: Oh, that's beautiful, son. It's a utopia.
Dewey: And anyone stupid will be ground up for food.
Hal: Ah... a cannibal utopia. Interesting.

Spangler: Please don't let me disturb you. Make yourselves at home. Wait a minute. This is not your home. This is not your mama's house. There's no maid here to clean up your toys, and, yet, as I look around this institution of learning, I see video games, I see girlie magazines. And I see Garth... Garth Vader defiling our Wall of Remembrance. [tears poster down with hook] Well, clearly things have gotten a little lax around here. I blame myself, but it is you who will suffer. From now on, there will be weekly inspections. And you will relinquish all non-standard-issue personal effects and artwork. It is time for you to learn that true happiness comes from within.
Francis: Is that why you're so happy, sir?
Spangler: I'm as giddy as a schoolgirl, Cadet.