Candy: I'm gonna be like everybody else! I'm gonna make friends! I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna wear make-up, I'm gonna go out with boys, I'm gonna sleep with truck drivers and get crabs, and I'm gonna finally get to use my diaphragm!
Randy: Hey Sandy, want some candy?
Sandy: Some candy'd be dandy.
Randy: Hey Candy, want some candy?
Candy: No candy for me, Randy.
Andy Jackson: Aw, come on, Candy, have some candy.
Candy: I said no candy, Andy.
Andy Jackson: Okay, Candy. I'll have some candy, Randy.
Randy: Okay, Randy. I'll give you Candy's candy.
Andy Jackson: Can I also have Mandy's candy?
Sandy: No, Randy! Don't give Andy Mandy's candy! Give him the candy that's handy!
Randy: All right, Sandy. So, Andy, what's your favorite candy?
Andy Jackson: Mints.
[At a crime scene where five cheerleaders have been turned into a "human shish-kebob"]
Photographer: This must be the act of a maniac.
Reporter: Either that, or a very large chef.