Bank Guard:
What the Hell kind of clown are you?

Grimm:
The crying on the inside kind, I guess.

Phyllis:
A real man? Who has to use a gun and hold people prisoner? You're not a man. You're a coward.

Phyllis:
You big PUSSY! You're all a bunch of PUSSIES!

Street Barker:
Nude women! Nude women

Street Barker:
Clowns Welcome! Clowns welcome!

Loomis:
Please God! We need a cab! One lousy fuckin' cab!

Loomis:
Is that our plane?

Phyllis:
No, if it were our plane, it would be crashing.

Grimm:
Oh sir! You forgot your map! And our millions of dollars!

Loomis:
You aren't going to hit me again are you?

Grimm:
I haven't hit anybody since I was nine.

Loomis:
Yeah, but it was me you hit!

Flight Attendant:
Do you think you're late enough?

Grimm:
Oh, you must be from around here.

Loomis:
Ten thousand dollars for a taxi!

Phyllis:
And a blow job!

Loomis:
Are you gonna hit me now?

Grimm:
No, but if your leg is broken, we'll have to destroy you.

Grimm:
I booked the eleven o'clock to Martinique.

Phyllis:
Martinique?

Loomis:
Martinique? But I don't know anything about Martinique.

Grimm:
What did you know about Fiji?

Loomis:
Well... nothing.

Loomis:
It's bad luck just SEEING a thing like that!

Grimm:
There must be alot of competition for that corner.

Phyllis:
It's a good thing she's not too symbolic or anything.

Loomis:
what does that mean anyway? Flores por el muerte?

Grimm:
I sure couldn't tell ya'.

Phyllis:
Aw, you know Grimm, it means flowers for the dead.

Loomis:
Oh! We're all gonna die! We're a-a-a-ll gonna d-i-i-e!

Grimm:
And he said 'Baby, up your butt with a coconut!' Except... there was no coconut. He didn't have a coconut to my knowledge.

Phyllis:
Grimm? You've got a gun - shoot them.

Grimm:
I want to, but shooting fur-bearing idiots would require a permit.

Grimm:
I want to thank you. You could've given us help, but you've given us so much more.

Loomis:
Now, we're going to find a familiar street soon.

Phyllis:
I'd settle for a familiar borough.

Loomis:
It was an accident, Phyllis.

Phyllis:
Oh, you know? So was Chernobyl.

Grimm:
True, but Loomis didn't irradiate anybody.

Phyllis:
Great! We'll have to sail a raft to Fiji like Thor Heyerdahl!

Johnny:
This ain't my dick in your back!

Grimm:
That's a relief.

Flower Lady:
Flores! Flores para los muertes! Flores! Para los muertes! Los muertes! Los muertes! Los muertes!

Phyllis:
To the God-damned AIRPORT!

Loomis:
Whatta got? Shit in your ears?

Grimm:
I'm sure no harm will come to me once I'm inside the bank all by myself.

Chief Rotzinger:
Listen, I've had just about enough of your comedy, clown. We're coming in through the plate glass.

Grimm:
Alright, I gotta hang-up now, because I gotta go kill everybody.

Grimm:
Button it up, pal. Nobody likes a whiner!

Grimm:
If I can sleep ten days and nights in a rice patty, I can certainly last in this lousy bank!

Phyllis:
What's that smell?

Grimm:
Used wine.

Grimm:
I was in 'Nam with a jerk like you.

Policeman:
Oh boy.