Cabana Boy:
Let me see your membership card and I'll let you through!

Guybrush Threepwood:
You don't need to see my identification.

Cabana Boy:
I don't need to see your identification.

Guybrush Threepwood:
I'm not the pirate you're looking for.

Cabana Boy:
You're not the pirate I'm looking for.

Guybrush Threepwood:
I can go about my business.

Cabana Boy:
You can go about your business.

Guybrush Threepwood:
Move along.

Cabana Boy:
Move along, move along... hey! Your mind tricks won't work on me, boy!

Guybrush Threepwood:
"Ask me about Grim Fandango." I don't want people asking me about Grim Fandango.

Guybrush Threepwood:
I see a diorama of the children of the world living in peace and freedom. No, wait. It can't be that. It's just too dark to make out what's in there.

Guybrush Threepwood:
Do you expect me to talk?

King Andre:
No, Mr. Threepwood. I expect you to buy!

Guybrush Threepwood:
What's your name?

Slappy Cromwell:
Cromwell, Slappy Cromwell. It's not my real name actually. My agent told me my given name just didn't have star quality.

Guybrush Threepwood:
What was your given name?

Slappy Cromwell:
Rex Fortune, Adventure Seeker.

Edward Van Helgen:
What! You shot my banjo!

Guybrush Threepwood:
You can't be sure of that. That shot may have come from the grassy knoll.

Elaine Marley:
You know... I don't think my father would approve of me dating the undead, and you're probably too nice a zombie-pirate for me anyway. Let's just be friends instead.

LeChuck:
Now with the demon flames of this voodoo cannonball, I'll blast my significant other into the significant otherworld, ha ha! That'll show how much I truly care.

Elaine Marley:
Let's face it, LeChuck. You are an evil, foul-smelling, vile, codependent villain and that's just not what I'm looking for in a romantic relationship right now.

LeChuck:
Darn yer riddles, ya saucy female! What d'ya mean?

Mr. Fossey:
Aye aye, Captain. Fresh bananas for the whole crew!

Murray:
I am Murray, the invincible demonic skull!

Lemonhead:
Shut up, or I'll eat you.

Guybrush Threepwood:
How can you see without eyeballs?

Murray:
How can you walk around without a brain? Some things no one can answer.

Murray:
I'm a powerful demonic force! I'm the harbinger of your doom! And the forces of darkness will applaud me as I STRIDE through the gates of hell carrying your head on a pike!

Guybrush Threepwood:
Stride?

Murray:
All right then, roll! ROLL through the gates of hell. Must you take the fun out of everything?

Guybrush Threepwood:
Do you know anything about lifting curses?

Murray:
Oh, right. I know a lot about lifting curses. That's why I'm a disembodied talking skull sitting on top of a spike in the middle of a swamp.

Guybrush Threepwood:
You seem bitter.

Murray:
I'm sorry. It's been a rough day.

Guybrush Threepwood:
Taste cold steel, feeble cannon restraint rope!

Guybrush Threepwood:
Oh, so your parents were expecting a girl, then.

Lemonhead:
You fool! You gave cheese to a lactose intolerant volcano god!

Guybrush Threepwood:
How'd you break into the hairstyling industry?

Guybrush Threepwood:
No! That must be very rewarding work.

Guybrush Threepwood:
Mean? Just that... you know, cutting hair, and, err, singing must be just... a lot of fun.

Guybrush Threepwood:
Okay, new topic...

Guybrush Threepwood:
You're a fashion consultant?

Guybrush Threepwood:
Neat.

LeChuck:
Arrr! Math be hard! Let's go shopping!