Peter: What are you doing?
Mozzie: Just being oppressed by the man, the usual.

I am the Dentist of Detroit.

I need as many buyers for my slight-of-hand-me-downs as I can get.

I resent your misguided understanding of things you don't understand.

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

Neal: Where's Diana's briefcase?
Mozzie: She took it back to the She-gal nest.

Mozzie: Fooled, by Ms. Lady Suit.
Neal: No, Dr. Lady Suit.

Mozzie: Come on, really?
Neal: You wanna try Bob Villa or what?

Choose well. Very soon we are going to be on an airplane to a different life.

Mozzie [to Neal about his new alias]

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

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

Mozzie [about the plane]

To our best and final score.