Ronnie (Z-Man) Barzell: This is my happening and it freaks me out!
Porter Hall: She was living in a single room with three other individuals. One of them was a male, and the other two, well the other two were females. God only knows what they were up to in there... and furthermore, Susan, I wouldn't be the least bit surprised to learn that all four of them habitually smoked marijuana cigarettes... reefers.
Ashley St. Ives: You're a groovy boy. I'd like to strap you on sometime.
Ronnie (Z-Man) Barzell: [dismissing his Nazi manservant for the night] Be sure to turn off the ovens.
Ronnie (Z-Man) Barzell: You will drink the black sperm of my vengeance.
Petronella Danforth: C'mon, Casey. The principal's supposed to hit me with a coupla caps of acid.
[Ronnie is showing Kelly around the party, pointing out some of his more interesting guests]
Ronnie (Z-Man) Barzell: Languid Roxanne finds beauty, that delicate pinch of feminine spice with which she oftens flavors her interludes. Ah, look there, Lance Rocke! Greek god and part-time actor. See how well he performs?
[Lance is dancing with and looking at a female guest flirtaciously]
Ronnie (Z-Man) Barzell: The golden hair, the bedroom eyes, the firm young body. All are available for a price...
Kelly: [seductively] Why don't you lose your laundry, Porter?
Lance Rocke: The chick's been sleepin' with *me*, you got it?
Ronnie (Z-Man) Barzell: Knowing you, I'm sure she has. Have you run an audit on her books yet? Or are you still... screwing on faith?
Porter Hall: Now as your legal advisor, I wish you'd let me handle this in my own discreet way.
Susan Lake: I've already seen a display of your discretion. It's reminiscent of a meat axe!
Ashley St. Ives: Step into my web said the spider, etcetera.
Kelly MacNamara: In a scene like this you get a contact-high!
Harris Allsworth: I want it, I need it, I love it when a beautiful woman licks between my toes.
Ronnie (Z-Man) Barzell: And you, the infamous Ashley St. Ives, high priestess of carnality, what thou think of our fair minstrels?
[Kelly and Z-Man have walked into a bathroom to find a couple having sex in Z-Man's bathroom]
Ronnie (Z-Man) Barzell: Glad to see my audience in such happy dalliance. Pray, let them joust in peace!
Susan Lake: Porter, you have an unending capacity for counterfeit astonishment.
Ashley St. Ives: Like Sigmund Freud said, take away the guilt and who'd ever wanna get laid?
Harris Allsworth: Then why don't ya lay Sigmund Freud?
Ronnie (Z-Man) Barzell: You beg for mercy, while the cries of six million innocents still ring in your ears? They are waiting for you!
Partygoer #1: You're a moonchild.
Partygoer #2: And you're a bitch!
Kelly MacNamara: Come on, man. I doubt if you'd recognize a hippie. I'm a capitalist, baby. I work for my living, not suck off somebody else.
Susan Lake: I guess liquor's considered pretty square.
Petronella Danforth: Same as grass. Depends on how you use it.
Ronnie (Z-Man) Barzell: Leave? No! You have not yet graced our gathering with a song. Come, my dear, I must present you to the faithful. Now!
Petronella Danforth: [caught in flagrante] Emerson, but you were gonna study! You said you were going to study!
Ronnie (Z-Man) Barzell: Z-Man? There is no Z-Man, varlet. And indeed, it's not a game we play. I am Superwoman!
Harris Allsworth: [sitting in a wheelchair] Checkmate. I can't move.
Petronella Danforth: There's someone else inside, but I don't know who it is. The head is missing!