Think of it as a Kardashian. What it lacks in refinement it makes up for in cargo space.

Mozzie [about the plane]

Mi casa es suit casa.

Mozzie: It's worse, I'm in the system.
Neal: Not quite.
Mozzie: Ivan Bliminse? The invisible man? That's appropriate.

Mozzie: Get a room!
Sara: We are in a room
Neal: My room!
Mozzie: That was cold!

You can never trust anyone who spells with dollar signs in their license plates.

Oh, sweet Elvis Costello, it's your Chrysler painting!

Mozzie: A New Yorker that doesn't take the subway is a New Yorker you can't trust.
Neal: I don't take the subway.
Mozzie: Exactly.

Mozzie: But that does leave one question: Do you want to stay?
Neal: I will let you know.

Mozzie: Where are you going?
Neal: To open a door I didn't want to have to open.

I appreciate the irony here - we're looking into them and they're looking into you.

Happily ever after isn't for guys like us.

Neal: I think we should stay here...
Mozzie: Hey Heff!