Kam Chong: Your instructions were to question him first, then he was to die.
William: I didn't think he would jump.
Kam Chong: You must get inside your enemies brain, think as he thinks.
Kam Chong: Hmm, it seems my good fortune overrides your blunders.
Kam Chong: Who is this man?
William: His name is David Barrett.
Kam Chong: Every man has a name. What kind of man is he?
Huyn: Oh, you would make someone a good husband.
Dr. David Bruce Banner: And you happen to know every girl of mariageble age in the neighborhood?
Dr. David Bruce Banner: No!, Rose, please, I've asked you: no more matchmaking!
Huyn: With all those magic potions you collect, I suppose you make a wife for yourself?
Dr. David Bruce Banner: No, the're not potions, the're chemicals.
Huyn: If they ask anything, take five.
Dr. David Bruce Banner: You mean take the fifth amendment.
Huyn: [nods] Take five. It is to protect you from self incineration!
Dr. David Bruce Banner: Incrimination.
Huyn: This is Tam, your mail-order bride.
Dr. David Bruce Banner: Mail-order bride?
Huyn: And all the time, David, you let me think that you did not want a wife.
Dr. David Bruce Banner: I don't, and in this country, you can't order a bride through the mail.
Huyn: Haha, I know many girls who were send for by American men. Ordered through the Cattle-Book.
Dr. David Bruce Banner: Catalogue.
Huyn: That is what I said.
William: Are you sure they won't be able to taste the Puffer fish inside that Yellowtail?
Kam Chong: Even the coroner will be baffled. Paralysis is... rappid. First the arms, the legs, the vocal cords, then finally, the lungs and heart. Imagine, being able to kill even after your own death. I don't envy many men, but I envy that little fish.
Sgt. Jack Keeler: Lieutenant. David collapsed in the corridor. I came in here to get help. They tried to stuff fish down my throat. Then, this giant green creature barged in!
[the lieutenant looks at him in disbelief]
Sgt. Jack Keeler: You don't believe me do you? Alright, look, those two cooks... they saw everything. Why don't you ask them?
Lieutenant: I already did.
Sgt. Jack Keeler: Yeah? Let me guess... they didn't see a thing, right?
Lieutenant: Quite the contrary, Sergeant. They saw plenty. Only their version is a little different than yours.
Sgt. Jack Keeler: Look, all right, I had a couple of glasses of wine, but certainly not enough to see pink elephants!
Kam Chong: Just green giants.
William: How long do you think this is going to take?
Kam Chong: After so many years of planning and waiting, a few more minutes are meaningless.
Sgt. Jack Keeler: Menning, we've had a few drinks together down through the years, haven't we? Now you know that a couple of glasses of wine do not affect me that much.
Officer Bill Menning: You couldn't just see little leprechauns, could you, like any other self-respecting drunk? No, that's too ordinary. The great Sergeant Keeler has to see giant green creatures.