Sonny Bono: [Cher stomps her foot and the resort falls into the ocean] That's my little Indian Sphinx, when she brings down the house, she REALLY brings down the house.
Sonny Bono: Doggone, we were traveling incognito. How'd you recognize us with my sunglasses on?
Velma: Easy. We just read the monogram on your door: 'Sonny Bono and Mrs. Sonny Bono'.
Sonny Bono: This brochure says that the gulls and the pelicans around here are so tame, you can feed them, and they'll eat off your hand.
Velma: Those birds'll eat off your hand all right, they're vultures!
Milo Meekly: The story goes that one night, when the sea winds moan, old Shark Face will walk upon the land and all his man-eaters will leave the grimey deep and follow him, driving all of us humans back into the sea.
Sonny Bono: Oh, come on, Cher, don't let the weather get you down. You know what, my E.S.P. tells me that tomorrow will be a beautiful day, and we're gonna have fun, fun, fun.
Cher: Yeah, well, something tells me in your case E.S.P. stands for Extra Stupid Personality.
Sonny Bono: But this is our delayed honeymoon. You should be enjoying it.
Cher: I am enjoying it, or my name isn't Barbra Streisand.
Sonny Bono: Your name isn't Barbra Streisand.
Cher: You catch on fast, Big Boy.
Cher: There it goes again, that same sound that Mr. Meekly claimed was a signal for the seamonsters to rise up and chase all you men into the sea.
Sonny Bono: Check, when he said 'man', he meant all of us, mankind.
Cher: All right, but I'm a woman, kind man, and that lets me out.
Freddy: Come on, Mr. Bono, you don't believe in ghosts, do ya?
Cher: Yeah, what are you, a man or a mouse, squeak up!
Sonny Bono: No, I don't believe in ghosts, like any other sensible person, I'm afraid of them.
Sonny Bono: Well don't worry, nothing's going to happen to you while I'm around.
Cher: I know. Seems like a terrible waste of a honeymoon.