Deliria

Peter:
Don't just stand there, KILL HER! [Irving Wallace retrieves a knife from his waist] What's the knife got to do with anything? [Irving Wallace starts stabbing Corinne] yeah, that's it.

Peter:
[laurel is seen kissing with Dominic while a light, operated by Brett, is on them] Is our, uh, Cinderella ready to her scene or does she still need time to warm up?

Laurel:
Brett, you're a f***ing bastard!

Brett:
Arose by any other name.

Ferrari:
It's looking fine just the way it is, i think you've pushed the erotic angle about as far as you can.

Peter:
the "Erotic Angle"? Mr Ferrari, where have you been all these years?

Willy:
I... I just went to get the gun, trying to show you how to put a bullet in the chamber. See that? I got him right between the eyes! Just like I said... Right between the eyes! Damn... You see that Ally? Right betw... right between the eyes! Just like I said. Between... between the eyes. Got him... I got him, right between the eyes Ally! I got the f***er right between the eyes. Right between the eyes Ally. Just like I said... Right between the eyes!

Danny:
We can't stay here all night Peter, he could block the exit and set fire to the whole damned place!

Peter:
[the survivors hear classical music start to play] He's enjoying himself! Do you realize he's enjoying himself!

Brett:
[grabs Corrine jokingly by the throat] Don't worry dear, it's only Mother, what's our bright-eyed Argenue reading now?

Corinne:
Stanizslakski.

Brett:
Oh, saints preservece.

Corinne:
It's what an actor prepares, it's fantastic.

Brett:
Hmm, let me know when you get up to the part about making enough money to keep body and soul together

[laurel screams in background]

Brett:
that's the information i can use. Oh, look at laurel, she's a perfect example of the method, really feels her part. Keep it up sweetie.

[laurel sticks her middle finger up at him]

Old Cop:
My wife tells me i need to lose weight and she gives me spinach. Can you believe it? Spinach!

Young Cop:
Your too fat anyway.

Young Cop:
[flexes his arm] See that? Muscle boy, muscle.

Young Cop:
She thinks your Popeye.

Old Cop:
F*** Popeye. [sees the young cop eating a donut, he looks intriguied]