Money: Okay, enough. I'm honored to have the big dogs and the god gang begging at my table but Money doesn't make emotional investments or invest in emotional entities. Too much risk in such ventures. Not enough opportunity.
Wednesday: You could always hedge your bets.

Sandeford: You know what I was excited about with my last car? Power windows so I didn't have to crank the windows anymore.
Bentley: Are you trying to sound old?
Sandeford: I'm just saying, I'm not taking a class in computer programming to drive this thing.

Kreese: Let him go. Now! We agreed to settle this at the tournament and that's where we're going to do it.
Silver: What happened to no mercy?
Kreese: I thought you knew better than to question me.
Silver: I thought this was what you wanted.

Finstock: If you don't get Dunbar out here in three, this will be your last day as assistant coach.
Scott: This is my last day as assistant coach.
Finstock: I can still dock your pay.
Scott: I'm a volunteer! You want my whistle?
Finstock: Who gave you a whistle?

Marshall: For as much as we know about the cockamousse, there are still so much we don't know.
Robin: Well, we know that there's no such thing as a cockamouse. What we don't know is what you guys have been smoking

That's the problem. As long as we all think that there is nothing we can do about it, there's nothing we will do about it.

Callie

Black Fairy: Hello, Rumple.
Rumple: [stares back in shock]
Black Fairy: I believe the greeting you're looking for is, Hello, Mother.

Linda: In other local news, disaster struck on Saturn's moon of Titan today, when a titanium mine collapsed, trapping 1,000 robot workers.
Bender: What? Lord have mercy!
Linda: Unless something is done quickly, the trapped robots will be dead within 300 years. Sir, what rescue operations are planned?
Mine Spokesman: The plan is basically to pave over the area and get on with our lives.

Myra: I set up marriages between Indian-Americans in Atlanta.
Irving: You don't say?
Devon: Stop.
Myra: Please, I'm all over this. No ring, a faint look of desperation. You're available.
Irving: He definitely is.
Devon: No, he's not.

Okay, so you're certain of his age but you don't know his name?

Gabriel

Erin: Push them daily if you want any results by the end of the year.
Woman: It's April.
Erin: Exactly.

Alex: I sent a team to scan the area. No signs of extra-terrestrial activity so we can probably rule out an alien shape-shifter, unless there's something you're not telling us.
Hank: The skirt was surprisingly comfortable, but no.