Charlotte: I'm married, I can't be looking at gardeners. This is insane.
Samantha: Honey, what's the point of being in the suburbs if you're not going to fuck a gardener?

Stan: Cartman, what the hell are you doing?
Cartman: I'm milking the dog. They make dog milk.

Okay that warrants a "how the hell did it do this?!"

Monroe

Lucas: Can I ask you a question?
Peyton: It's a free country...
Lucas: Why are you a cheerleader? I mean, no offense or anything, but you're about the least cheery person I know. ... Come on, let me give you a ride. I'll let you insult me.
Peyton: First of all, you don't know me. Second of all, you don't know me. God, why are guys such jerks?

Eliot: Listen, I have a man in my head. He’s looking for a body and you have one that you don’t even really want.
Margo: Jesus, no way he goes for this. You’re an idiot Charlton.
Hyman: He wants to take this, and I would what, stay in astral forever?
Eliot: Well you could or you could…
Hyman: Empathically yes. Oh my god on one condition.
Eliot: OK.
Hyman: Your head pal has to do weird things with my body. Sex things.
Eliot: OK.
Hyman: What’s his name?
Eliot: Charlton.
Hyman: No act too depraved Charlton. I’ll be watching whether you like it or not.
Eliot: What have we done?

Everyone deserves joy in their life. Even a captain.

Una

Decapodian Emperor: Edna, have you anything to say before begins the Claw-Plach?
Edna: I do. I just want to say that today I got up and I had a piece of toast. Then I brushed my teeth-
Fry: Shut up!
Edna: I love you Fry!

Happy Halloween, bitch.

Brock

If you cheated on me again, I will not accept sex addiction as an excuse.

Kurt

Casey: We should have seen them by now.
Kidd: Whoa, hang on.
Casey: Down there. That’s the rig. Kidd!
Kidd: Hold on, I’m trying.
Casey: Let me out.
Kidd: Hold on, I’m gonna turn around. Casey.

I will still be with you. In the water. In the fire. In the earth. In the air.

Willa

Jones: Our core has been exhausted. We have a man, a traveler, who would be lost in time if we don't have your core to bring him back.
Colonel Foster: What part of him did you want to bring back; an arm, a leg, torso? I've heard about your little temporal mishaps dear.
Jones: I've perfected the process.
Colonel Foster: Perfected? And yet here we all are.