The Loved One

Dennis Barlow:
They told me, Francis Hinsley, they told me you were hung. With red protruding eyeballs and black protruding tongue.

Immigration Officer:
Is that some kind of Beatles haircut?

Henry Glenworthy:
Listen, I've got to make a little trip over to Beverly Hills... to see a man about a dog.

Dusty Acres:
[In thick southern drawl] Ah shore do feel bad about yore uncle. He's the one that learned me good English.

Rev. Wilbur Glenworthy:
There's got to be a way to get those stiffs off my property.

Dennis Barlow:
Aimee, wait. Now... My dear girl, don't you realize? It's only been money that's been holding me back.

Aimee Thanatogenous:
An American would despise himself for living off his wife.

Dennis Barlow:
Yes, but you see, I'm English, and we have none of these prejudices in the older and more developed civilizations.

Rev. Wilbur Glenworthy:
Death has become a middle class business. There's no future in it.

Mr. Starker:
Rayon chafes, you know. Personally, I find it quite abrasive.

Mr. Kenton:
I did not kill Arthur.

Mrs. Helen Kenton:
You filthy swine.