Dr. Jonathan Neyer: Clayton, this time next year, I will be surgeon general, I write text books on this procedure.
Clay Beresford: Really, that's, that's great, I sure hope you've read em Jack.
Will Stanton: It's so... and ya know, and I'm like... this whole thing's just... arrr, you know.
Merriman Lyon: Is that it?
Guy: I was going to tell you everything eventually.
Linda Hanson: Something is seriously fucked up.
Corporal Steve Penning: We seemed to always pull sentry duty together. Freezing our asses off. He tried to convince me of the craziest things.
Hank Deerfield: Try to get you to wear pantyhose?
Corporal Steve Penning: Did he tell you?
Hank Deerfield: No, I told him. Cuts the cold like nothing else.
Corporal Steve Penning: So he wasn't lying.
Hank Deerfield: You just don't want to get shot wearing a pair of those things. You'll never live it down.
Alex Fletcher: I've a strange situation here.
Chris Riley: Oh, you've got a strange situation? I'm at Beth's soccer game with my ex-wife who's here with my ex-gardener. They came on a riding mower.
Tammy: Are you okay?
Cherry Darling: I'm just Cherry.
Carlton Leach: Listen, if I was you, I'd get those punters out of there 'cause the moment those Turks walk out that door, I'm gonna go fucking Schwarzenegger on the cunt.
Alice Park: You're just as bad as they are aren't you?
Simon: Nope, I'm a lot fuckin' worse.
Shelly Barnes: Just don't ask me to marry you again.
Dr. Jack Gramm: Why not? We're perfect for each other.
Shelly Barnes: Yeah, yeah... except I'm a lesbian and you're a commitment-phobe.
Dr. Jack Gramm: That's why we're perfect.