Carole:
Help, I'm a prisoner! I can't get out!

Van Hippy:
We all prisoners, chickee-baby. We all locked in.

Van Hippy:
Huh, a couple of weirdos, Guenivere.

Jim Douglas:
Without a real car, I'm only half a man.

Mr. Thorndyke:
I salute your honesty, my dear, a quality not necessarily to be despised.

Jim Douglas:
Why is it the only food we have in this house is parrot food? We don't have a parrot.

Tennessee Steinmetz:
Eat that! That's good. That's pressed kelp. That aerates your liver.

Jim Douglas:
Where's the beast? You didn't cut up the Edsel!

Tennessee Steinmetz:
Came over me all of a sudden. Seemed like the only decent thing do. Don't worry, Jim, it'll be happier up there.

Jim Douglas:
You don't understand what happens, do you? They make ten thousand cars, they make them exactly the same way, and one or two of 'em turn out to be something special. Nobody knows why.

Jim Douglas:
I may be kidding myself, but I think I can make something out of that sad little bucket of bolts.

Jim Douglas:
What's that for?

Mr. Thorndyke:
I beg your pardon!

Jim Douglas:
Well, why don't you let the little car alone?

Mr. Thorndyke:
Are you presuming to tell me what to do in my own establishment?

Jim Douglas:
Ok, I'm out of line. It just bugs me to see somebody abusing a decent piece of machinery.

Jim Douglas:
Has everybody gone nuts around here? I can understand how Tennessee feels, he's just in off a flying saucer.

Carole:
I wonder if your reputation is altogether true.

Jim Douglas:
What's my reputation?

Carole:
Oh, I've heard that Jim Douglas is only interested in fast cars and easy money.

Jim Douglas:
Not true.

Carole:
Oh?

Jim Douglas:
Mm-hmm. You know something else?

Carole:
What?

Jim Douglas:
When the light hits you just right, you're as beautiful as General Grant on a $ 50 bill.

Mr. Thorndyke:
Good evening.

Tennessee Steinmetz:
Sorry, the other rats are out for the evening!

Mr. Thorndyke:
What part of Ireland did you say your mother came from?

Tennessee Steinmetz:
Coney, Ireland.

Mr. Thorndyke:
At a time like this, whatever kind of time it is, I always say money serves to ease the pain.

Bice:
You used to be a big track driver, ain't you got no pride?

Jim Douglas:
I ran out of pride when I ran out of cars.