Aram Fingal: I got 47 credits. What kind of a dopple do you think that buys?
Train passenger: An anteater? Maybe.
Appollonia: Electrons don't dance, Fingal. They don't make love.
Teacher: Oh, Desiree... You could have got mustard all over his brain!
Appollonia: I wouldn't wish that no good drone on anyone. Now he has started playing around with himself!
Appollonia: Listen to me, Fingal... Your navel is very deep. I can't even see to the bottom of it. If you fall in, I can't guarantee to pull you out.
Appollonia: Thou shalt not screw around with things thou dost not understand.
Fingal: I guess I made some waves.
Pierre: It is a pleasure, dear sir, to see the waves you make.
Fingal: I'm taking care of the Chairman. He's going on a month's compulsory rehab.
Appollonia: You're putting him in Daisy!
Fingal: Daisy's too good for the bastard. He's going on as an anteater!
Marco: What are these?
Teacher: These are tags, red for the slumber room, green for the organ transplant and so on and so on.
Marco: What about this one?
Teacher: Well that one is intresting we will talk about it later.
Marco: Is it sexy?