Superchick

Johnny:
You're something else, woman, and that's no lie.

Tara B. True:
The only place there's no lies between a man and a woman is in bed.

Johnny:
Get yourself ready for some truth.

Tara B. True:
A little truth does go a long way.

Tara B. True:
They kid me about being the prude of the airlines. But, with my shape and measurements, I don't dare wear my uniform form-fitting. I did once, and even the automatic pilot made a pass at me.

Tara B. True:
Last one in bed gets no head!

Tara B. True:
I never was a superpatriot, but there comes a time when you have to lie down and be counted.

Mayday:
To get into show business, honey, you have to show your business!

Sims:
[very stoned] Get thee beneath me, subconscious!

Sims:
A few sticks of dynamite grass, a gallon of wine, and a chick like you. [laughs] What more could a man in a clothes closet full of clothes ask for, huh?

Young Policeman:
Isn't this illegal search and seizure, and illegal entry without a warrant?

Old Policeman:
You watch too much television.

Biker:
Hey man, like, why don't we just knock off the motorcycle movie talk and, uh, gangbang her?

Tara B. True:
It's sickies like you that give Hollywood a bad name!

Tara B. True:
You old pervert! What would your mother say?

Igor Smith:
My ma? Let's ask her. [calling upstairs] Hey ma, we got another one!

Ma:
[Off camera] That's a good boy, sonny. Don't fight!

Tara B. True:
Wow. Someone must have dropped acid in his Geritol.

Garrick:
And to think someday she's gonna be somebody's mother.