Rob:
This is the Governor's wife!

Deke Halliday:
You mean she's not the hooker?

Baxter Thwaites:
I told you not to wear those heels, darling.

Miguel:
Under British law, singing badly is not a crime.

Baxter Thwaites:
How can we maintain decorum if our spiritual leader is trying to put his hand up Miss Cascara's skirt?

Delores:
You prefer he put his hand up my skirt?

Baxter Thwaites:
Ar least you're used to it. You won't scream.

Baxter Thwaites:
From there you can return to Cuba.

Prime Minister:
There was only one Gandhi. One anorexic little looney in a loin cloth and we lost an entire subcontinent.

Garfield:
Hey, you spoke, man.

Delgardo:
I couldn't think of anything to rhyme with "bomb".

Baxter Thwaites:
Are you two hiding, or committing an unnatural act?