- You want a Pepsi, pal, you’re gonna pay for it.
- Look me up when you get there.
- Did I say something wrong?
- Mayor! Now that’s a good idea! I could run for mayor.
- Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?
- Doc, look. All we need is a little plutonium.
- Then who’s vice president? Jerry Lewis?
- So what are you gonna do?
- It’s your only chance.
- Do we know each other?
- All right, this chick is toast.
- Don’t call 911.
- How could I have been so careless?
- I speak slowly and distinctly.
- One of these lives has a future.
- I think it’s out of order.
- Yes, of course, November 5, 1955.
- Wow, This is it, this is the part coming up, Doc.
- Get your asses in the kitchen.
- What the hell is that?
