Morgana: [Entering men's Bathroom] Coming in! Shake a leg and zip 'em up!
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Roger: You would find it much more easier to kill me than her.
Max Applewhite: You're right, I would find it much more easier to kill you than her.
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Penny Henderson: I told Dexter not to smoke. If you ask me, they oughta put warning labels on those packages.
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Member, The Miller Sisters: This is just horrible!
Guy in Vest and glasses: Not really. Get your head caught in a thrashing machine. Now that's horrible.
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Billy: Oh! It was the killer! I saw him... he was... horrible. He was a tall guy... short too. And he was wearing this really nice suit, though it was kinda shabby. And he, and he had blackish, brownish, reddish, blondish, kinda whitish hair. And, and he definitely went downstairs, or, or maybe it was up.
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[last lines]
Announcer: And that's it from WBN in Chicago. If it wasn't clear before, it's certainly clear now; There'll never be anything quite like... radio.
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Wild Writer: What if the wife bashes him over the head, with a frying pan, and then chops him up into hundreds of tiny pieces with her shiny new carving knife.
Father Writer: No!
Son Writer: It's a family show!
Wild Writer: Okay, then what if she does it to the whole family?
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Milt Lackey: [pointing to his outstretched finger] That's it. That's the only thing I got that still works.
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Milt Lackey: In what other business can a man my age walk out on stage, smoke a cigar, tell a few jokes, sing a few songs, and use the same color lipstick that Dolores del Rio uses?
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Anna: [singing] When you came in sight, I got that old feeling.
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Claudette: Caught me at a bad time, kid. I'm in.
Roger: So am I.
Claudette: Nobody enters my dressing room uninvited! What the hell do you think that star means?
Roger: You're Jewish?
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Claudette: I'm the va-va-va-voom girl with the va-va-va-voom voice. Who the hell are you?
Lieutenant Cross: I'm the Chicago cop with the sh-sh-short temper.
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Katzenback: [the mechanical stage is braking down] No! This can't be happening, not to my baby!
Max Applewhite: Looks like your baby needs a good whack in the axle.
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Jules Cogley: If you are gonna be a serious gin hound I reccomend that you develop some taste. This is rat poison.
[lifts flask to lips to drink]
Jules Cogley: Oh, what the hell.
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Billy: Jeepers Mr. H, you sure we're doing the right thing here?
Roger: Ah take it easy kid. Look how long have we known each other anyway?
Billy: Um, six days...
Roger: Esactly. There's a bond there.
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Dexter Morris: [about Walt, Jr] I'd like to get my hands on that weak-kneed, lilly-livered, son of a...
Billy: Famous general, right sir?
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Milt Lackey: Retire? Who'd support my mother and father?
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Roger: Er, where are we going Max?
Max Applewhite: We're going to heaven Roger!
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Zoltan: [stabbing a knife into a watermelon] The knife in the back.
[Grabs a mallet]
Zoltan: The sound of the human head smashing.
[Smashes the watermelon and pauses]
Zoltan: Hmmm... something is not quite right.
Morgana: Try honeydew.
Zoltan: Good idea!
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Katzenback: Now you listen to me, Junior, don't you think that I don't know what's going on, because I do know, and now you know that I know.
Walt Whalen Junior: Listen, I don't know what you know that I know, but I do know that you don't know what you think you know.
Katzenback: Oh no?
Walt Whalen Junior: No.
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