Francis: Stand back, ye flies! We are the greatest warriors in all Bugdom.

Flik: Warrior bugs.

Francis: My sword.

[Grabs Slim and brandishes him like a sword]

Slim: [dryly] Swish, swish. Clang, clang.

Francis: Little John.

Heimlich: What ho, Robin! Justice is my sword and truth shall be my quiver.

Charles Guiteau: Ah Grant. Marvelous President. No need to assassinate a president like that. Had Grant been re-nominated, I would not have felt compelled to remove that scoundrel that succeeded him...James Garfield.

Notes:
Grant lost the nomination in 1876 because he didn't fight corruption.
Hayes did not seek a second term as he stated in his inaugural address.
So Garfield and Grant competed for the nomination in 1880.

Doc: Look! There's a rhythmic ceremonial ritual coming up.

Marty: Of course! The Enchantment Under the Sea Dance! They're supposed to go to this! That's where they kiss for the first time!

George: Lorraine, my density has bought me to you.

Lorraine: What?

George: Oh. What I meant to say was..

Lorraine: Wait a minute, don't I know you from somewhere?

George: Yes. Yes. I'm George. George McFly. I'm your density. I mean, your destiny.

Marty: There he is, Doc! Let's land on 'im, we'll cripple his car.

Doc: Marty, he's in a '46 Ford, we're in a DeLorean - he'd rip through us like we were tinfoil.

Chester the Bartender: Okay, I ain't yer pappy.

Hedley Lamarr: My mind is aglow with whirling, transient nodes of thought careening thru a cosmic vapor of invention.

Taggart: Ditto.

Hedley Lamarr: "Ditto"? "Ditto," you provincial putz?

Jim: What did you expect? Welcome, sonny? Make yourself at home? Marry my daughter? You've got to remember that these are just simple farmers. These are people of the land. The common clay of the new West. You know...morons.

Hedley Lamarr: My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.

Taggart: Gol darnit, Mr. Lamarr, you use your tongue prettier than a twenty dollar whore.

Hedley Lamarr: Shit-kicker.

Earl Devereaux: You know what you are, Flint Lockwood?

Flint Lockwood: No!

Earl Devereaux: A shennanign-izer! A tom fool! You see my beautiful angel son, Cal?

Cal Devereaux: 'Sup?

Earl Devereaux: I love him so much. This is my only son! I want him to have a bright future. A future in which you don't ruin our town's day with one of your crazy science doodley-bopper-thingies.

Flint Lockwood: Well, you know, that's all behind me.

Earl Devereaux: [interrupting] You see this contact lens, Flint Lockwood?

Flint Lockwood: [nods] Mmhmm.

Earl Devereaux: This contact lens represents you!

Flint Lockwood: All right.

Earl Devereaux: And my eye represents my eye!

Earl Devereaux: Okay.

Earl Devereaux: I've got my eye [puts on contact lens] on you!

Flint Lockwood: Oh! My gosh. A jaywalker.

Earl Devereaux: [leaps into action] Hey!

Flint Lockwood: It's called the Flint Lockwood Diatonic Super Mutating Dynamic Food Replicator! Or for short:

[pause]

Flint Lockwood: The FLDSMDFR!

Sam Sparks: [Trying to pronounce it] The flemina-is-a-fur?

Flint Lockwood: FLDSMDFR!

Sam Sparks: [Still trying to pronounce it] Emma-ne-de-fur-fur?

Flint Lockwood: [Points to the first two letters on his computer] Fleh.

[Moves down to the next letters]

Flint Lockwood: Suh.

[Moves to final letters]

Flint Lockwood: De-furf.

Sam Sparks: Oh.

[Catcher is talking about his socks to Peter; his secretary eavesdrops on the intercom mid-conversation]

Peter MacMannus: What would you say is the average length, for most men?

Catcher Block: How would I know? You think I spend all my time in the locker room at the club making a comparative study?

Peter MacMannus: Let me see yours again, then. We could measure. I'll get a ruler.

Catcher Block: Better make it a yardstick!

Peter MacMannus: Let's be accurate. Make sure you've got it fully extended. Have it up the whole way.

Catcher Block: It stays up all the way, all day long, man! That's the miracle I was telling you about: better living through chemistry. You got... 16 inches.

Peter MacMannus: 16 inches! How long does a man's hose have to be?

Catcher Block: That's 32 inches of confidence in every step. Don't forget - I've got two of 'em!

[The secretary faints]

Jayne: [wearing ugly homemade hat] How's it sit? Pretty cunning, don'tcha think?

Kaylee: I think it's the sweetest hat ever.

Book: Makes a statement.

Jayne: Yeah, yeah!

Wash: A man walks down the street in that hat, people know he's not afraid of anything.

Jayne: Damn straight.

Indy: Tickets please.

[No reaction from zeppelin passengers]

Indy: Fahrscheine meine dame. Bitte.

Vogel: Guten tag, herr Jones.

Indy: Fahrscheine meine herr.

Vogel: Weg.

Indy: Tickets please.

Vogel: Was?

Indy: No ticket.

Indy: Eleven o'clock! Dad - eleven o'clock!!

Henry: What happens at eleven o'clock?

Indy: Twelve-eleven-ten. Eleven o'clock. Fire!

Danny Vermin: You shouldn't grab me, Johnny. My mother grabbed me once... ONCE!

Danny Vermin: (to Johnny) You shouldn't hang me on a hook. My father hung me on a hook once. Once!

Danny Vermin: (to Ma Kelly) You shouldn't kick me in the balls. My sister kicked me in the balls once...

[Stumbles in pain]

Danny Vermin: You shouldn't shoot me, Johnny. My grandmother shot me once...

Danny Vermin: I got something to stop him.

Dutch: They made it for him special. It's an eighty-eight Magnum.

Danny Vermin: It shoots through schools.

Ma Kelly: You've gotten to be like a daughter to me and I wanna share somethin' with ya.

Lil: Awww, what's that Mom Kelley?

Ma Kelly: I go both ways.

Lil: Oh.

Danny Vermin: I AM handicapped: I'm psychotic.

Johnny Dangerously: The years hadn't softened Moronie. He continued to murder the English Language, and anyone who got in his way.

Johnny Kelly: Say kid, what do they call you?

Lil: Impressive.

Danny Vermin: I enjoy collecting protection money, putting whores to work, loan-sharking. I enjoy planting bombs in people's cars. These are a few of my favorite things.

Johnny Dangerously: The name's Dangerously. Johnny Dangerously.

Lil: Did you know you're last name is an adverb?

[Ma Kelly is pouring drinks for everybody]

Tommy Kelly: Mom, it's prohibition!

Ma Kelly: Oh, shut up! Stop acting like some fag choir boy!

Chorus Girl: I'm not wearing a bra, Johnny.

Johnny Dangerously: Yeah? Well that makes two of us.

Ma Kelly: With a father like "Killer" Kelly, it's a wonder neither of you turned out to be a piece 'o shit criminal!

[Johnny sees a steaming pot on the stove]

Johnny Dangerously: Whatcha cookin' here ma?

Ma Kelly: Beer.

Johnny Dangerously: With noodles! Great idea!

[In the middle of a trial]

Tommy Kelly: ...that Roman Troy Maronie was responsible for: the Mother's Day Massacre, The Christmas Day Slaughter, The Lincoln's Birtnday Mutilations, and The Groundhog's Day Be-headings!

Danny Vermin: This goes through armor. And through the victim, through the wall, through a tree outside...

Warden: Your turn, Johnny. The priest you've requested has arrived.

Charley: [pretending to be a priest] Are you ready, my son?

Johnny Dangerously: I'm ready if you are, father.

Charley: Dominus vobiscum nabisco. Espiritu sanctum. De gustibus.

Prisoner: [hands Johnny a part of a tommy gun] So long, Johnny.

Charley: Me gustibus. You gustibus. We missed the bus. They missed the bus.

Prisoner: [hands Johnny another piece of the gun] Be brave, huh, Johnny.

Charley: When's the next bus?

Johnny Dangerously: [begins putting the gun together behind the wardens back] Always, Nails.

Charley: Summa cum laude. Magna cum laude. The radio's too laude. Adeste fidelis.

Prisoner: [gives Johnny another piece] Good luck, Johnny.

Charley: Centra fidelis. High fidelis.

Johnny Dangerously: [struggling to put it together] Why didn't I take shop?

Charley: Post meridian. Ante meridian. Uncle meridian. All of the little meridians.

Prisoner: [adds another piece] Bye bye, Johnny.

Johnny Dangerously: [adds piece to gun] Bye, Rock.

Charley: Magna carta. Master charga.

Prisoner: [hands piece to Johnny] Spit in his eye, Johnny!

Johnny Dangerously: [finishes putting the gun together] OK, rabbi.

Charley: [opens his bible to reveal the guns clip] Dum procellas. Lotsa Vitalis.

Warden: Any last words, Johnny?

[Gun cocks]

Warden: [turns to see Johnny pointing a tommy gun at him] Well said!

Johnny Dangerously: Alright here it is. Johnny Dangerously is going legit.

Member of Dundee's gang: Le-what?

Johnny Dangerously: Legit.

Charley: Le-why?

Danny Vermin: I'll tell you le-why. Because Johnny Dangerously is really Johnny Kelly, brother of the D.A., Tommy Kelly.

Ma Kelly: Open up! It's Ma Kelly!

Mary-Margaret Catharine Dineen: [opens her door] What do you want? Get out of here.

Ma Kelly: I got to talk to you.

Mary-Margaret Catharine Dineen: We don't have nothing to say to each other.

Ma Kelly: We got plenty to say to each other. We got a lot in common.

Mary-Margaret Catharine Dineen: Yeah, what?

Ma Kelly: We both scrub floors. We're both swell lookers. And neither one of us is Chinese.

Young Johnny: Dr. Magnus, how's my mother?

Dr. Magnus: It's her pancreas again, Johnny. She's gonna need an operation immediately.

Young Johnny: How much is it gonna cost?

Dr. Magnus: $49.95

Young Johnny: $49.95?

Dr. Magnus: This week only.

Young Johnny: Where am I gonna get that kind of money?

Dr. Magnus: Why don't you knock over a gas station?

Johnny Dangerously: Ma, you got to take better care of yourself. I don't want you living like this. I don't want you doing other people's laundry.

Ma Kelly: What are you saying? Give up me career?

Johnny Kelly: Hi Dr. Magnus. How's my mother?

Dr. Magnus: It's her thyroid, Johnny.

Johnny Kelly: What's wrong with it?

Dr. Magnus: We can't find it. Gonna have to do a thyroid search.

Johnny Kelly: How much is that gonna cost?

Dr. Magnus: You're in luck. This week a special. $999 dollars.

Hammond: When they opened Disneyland in 1956 nothing worked.

Ian: Yeah, but John, if The Pirates of the Caribbean breaks down the pirates don't eat the tourists.

Harmony (age 7): (reading) She poured herself into a seamless dress. From the looks of it she spilled some.

Perry: My $2000 ceramic Vektor my mother got me as a special gift. You threw in the lake next to the car. What happens when they drag the lake? You think they'll find my pistol. Jesus. Look up "idiot" in the dictionary. You know what you'll find?

Harry: A picture of me?

Perry: No! The definition of the word idiot, which you fucking are!

Harry: And that's how she got to the same party as me. Oh shit. I skipped something. Damn it. This whole robot bit. I made a big deal, then I like totally forgot. Fuck, this is bad narrating. Like my dad telling a joke. "Oh, wait back up. I forgot to tell you the cowboy rode a blue horse." Fuck. Anyway, I don't know if you want to see it now, but here's the fucking robot stuff for your viewing pleasure. Can I say "fuck" more?

Harry: She had something...that gal tonight, this quality, you know like the girl from high school, the one that got away that, you know what I mean, that haunts you still?

Perry: Yeah, I had that.

Harry: Yeah?

Perry: Bobby Mills.

Harry: Uh. Huh. Well maybe you should try to get in touch with him. I got five bucks says you could still get him.

Perry: Really? That's funny. I got a ten says pass the pepper. I got two quarters sing harmony on "Moonlight In Vermont."

Harry: What?

Perry: Talking money.

Harry: A talking monkey?

Perry: Talking monkey. Yeah. Yeah. Came here from the future. Ugly sucker. Only says ficus.

Harry: Umm, clearly I'm interrupting. I feel badly. Let me... What are you drinking?

Harmony: Bad.

Harry: Bad? Sorry... feel...?

Harmony: You feel bad.

Harry: Bad?

Harmony: Badly is an adverb. So to say you feel badly would be saying that the mechanism which allows you to feel is broken.

Stitch: Aloha!

Gantu: Ah! You're vile; you're foul; you're flawed!

Stitch: Also cute and fluffy!

Nani: We need something that can defend itself. Something that won't die. Something... sturdy... you know?

Lilo: Like a lobster!

Nani: Lilo, Lilolo! Do we have a lobster door? No! We have a dog door! We are getting a dog!

Lilo: A falling star... I call it!... Get out, get out! I have to make a wish!

[Pushes Nani out of her room]

Lilo: Can't you go any faster?

Nani: Oh no! Gravity is increasing on me!

[Nani begins to fall on Lilo]

Lilo: No, it's not!

Nani: Is too, Lilo; the same thing happened yesterday.

Lilo: You rotten sister, your butt is crushing me! Why do you act so weird?

Lilo: Oh good! My dog found the chainsaw!

Kay: Humans for the most part don't have a clue. They don't want one or need one either. They're happy, they think they have a....good bead on things.

James Darrell Edwards III: Well wh..why the big secret? People are smart. They can handle it.

Kay: A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals and you know it. Fifteen hundred years ago everybody knew the Earth was the center of the universe. Five hundred years ago everybody knew the Earth was flat and fifteen minutes ago you knew that people were alone on this planet. Imagine what you'll know tomorrow.

Zed: We're not hosting an intergalactic kegger down here.

Jack Lemmon ... President Russell P. Kramer (Republican)

James Garner ... President Matt Douglas (Democrat)

[Russell Kramer's made-up words to "Hail to the Chief."]

Russell Kramer: Hail to the chief, he's the chief and he needs hailing. He is the chief, so everybody hail like crazy. Hail to...

[Matt Douglas' made-up words to "Hail to the Chief"]

Matt Douglas: Hail to the chief, if you don't, I'll have to kill you. I am the chief, so you better watch your step, you bastards.

Jack: Commandeer. Nautical term.

Jack: Funny how the world works, isn't it?

Teddy KGB: Very good. Good hand. Catching that jack on the turn, you got lucky there.

Mike McDermott: Yup, it was luck.

Teddy KGB: So, that's it then, hmm? Just like a young man coming in for a quickie. I feel so...unsatisfied.

Mike McDermott: Sorry.

Teddy KGB: You must feel proud and good, strong enough to beat the world.

Mike McDermott: I feel fine.

Teddy KGB: Me, too. I feel okay. Of course, maybe we check with one other guy, see how he feels. Grama!

Mike McDermott: I thought I smelled him.

Grama: I'll take what's ours.

Teddy KGB: 'Course you could let it ride, Mike. Take your chances. You could let this happen, Grama?

Grama: Sure, partner. He still has 'till morning to make good.

Mike McDermott: Uh, you know what? I got my five grand here. That's just fine by me. I'm going home.

Teddy KGB: Fine. It's a...it's a fucking joke anyway. After all, I am paying you with your money.

Mike McDermott: What'd you say?

Teddy KGB: Your money... I am still up twenty grand... from this last time I stick it in you.

Mike McDermott: [narrating] They're trying to goad me, trying to own me. But this isn't a gunfight. It's not about pride or ego. It's only about money. I can leave now, even with Grama and KGB... and halfway to paying Petrovsky back. That's the safe play. I told Worm you can't lose what you don't put in the middle.

Mike McDermott: Deal 'em.

Mike McDermott: [narrating] But you can't win much either.

Who's Harold Green? Oh, some proxy new social member who doesn't play tennis, he just eats lunches and spreads rumors.

Maleficent: Oh, come now Prince Phillip. Why so melancholy? A wondrous future lies before you. You, the destined hero of a charming fairy tale come true. Behold...King Stefan's castle. And in yonder topmost tower, dreaming of her true love, the Princess Aurora. But see the gracious whim of fate. Why 'tis the self-same pheasant maid who won the heart of our noble prince but yesterday. She is indeed most wondrous fair...gold of sunshine in her hair...lips that shame the red, red rose...in ageless sleep she finds repose. The years roll by. Ah but a hundred years to a steadfast heart are but a day. And now the gates of the dungeon part...and our prince is free to go his way. Off he rides on his noble steed, a valiant figure, straight and tall...to wake his love with love's first kiss. And prove that true love conquers all. Come, my pet. Let us leave our noble prince with these...happy thoughts. A most gratifying day. For the first time in 16 years, I shall sleep well.

General Tagge: Until this battle station is fully operational, we are vulnerable. The rebel alliance is too well equiped. They're more dangerous than you realize.

Admiral Motti: Dangerous to your star fleet commander, not to this battle station.

General Tagge: The rebellion will continue to gain the support of the Imperial Senate as long as...

Governor Tarkin: The Imperial Senate will no longer be of any concern to us. I have just received word that the Emperor has dissolved the council permanently. The last remnants of the Old Republic have been swept away.

General Tagge: That's impossible. How will the Emperor maintain control without the bureaucracy?

Governor Tarkin: The regional governors now have direct control over their territories. Fear will keep the local systems in line. Fear of this battle station.

General Tagge: What of the Rebellion? If the Rebels have obtained a complete technical reading of this station, it is possible, however unlikely, they might find a weakness and exploit it.

Darth Vader: The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands.

Admiral Motti: Any attack made by the Rebels against this station would be a useless gesture, no matter what technical data they have obtained. This station is now the ultimate power in the universe. I suggest we use it.

Darth Vader: Don't be too proud of this technological terror you've constructed. The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force.

Admiral Motti: Don't try to frighten us with your sorcerer's ways, Lord Vader. Your sad devotion to that ancient religion has not helped you conjure up the stolen data tapes, or given you clairvoyance enough to find the rebels' hidden fortress... [Vader makes a pinching motion and Motti starts choking]

Darth Vader: I find your lack of faith disturbing.

Governor Tarkin: Enough of this! Vader! Release him!

Darth Vader: As you wish.

Luke: It looks like the Sand People did this alright...look there's gaffi sticks, bantha tracks...it's just I've never heard of them hitting anything this big before.

Obi-Wan: They didn't...but we are meant to think they did. These tracks are side by side, Sand People always ride single file to hide their numbers.

Luke: These are the same Jawas that sold us R2 and Threepio...

Obi-Wan: And these blast points...too accurate for Sand People. Only Imperial Storm Troopers are so precise.

Luke: But why would Imperial Troops wanna slaughter Jawas? If they traced the robots here, they may have learned who they sold them to...and that would lead them back...home!

Obi-Wan: Oh wait Luke! It's too dangerous!

Han: Aw, we come out of hyperspace into a meteor shower, some kind of asteroid collison. It's not on any of the charts

Luke: What's going on

Han: Our positions correct except...no Alderaan.

Luke: What do you mean? Where is it?

Han: That's what I'm trying to tell ya kid, it ain't there. It's totally blown away.

Luke: What?!? How?!?

Obi-Wan: Destroyed. By the Empire.

Han: The entire StarFleet couldn't destroy the whole planet. It'd take a thousand ships with more firepower than I've...there's another ship coming in.

Luke: Maybe they know what happened.

Obi-Wan: It's an Imperial Fighter.

Luke: It followed us!

Obi-Wan: No, it's a short-range fighter.

Han: There aren't any bases around here, where did it come from?

Luke: It sure is leaving in a big hurry, if they identify us we're in big trouble.

Han: Not if I can help it. Chewie jam his transmissions.

Obi-Wan: It'd be as well to let it go...it's too far out of range.

Han: Not for long.

Obi-Wan: A fighter that size couldn't get this deep into space on it's own.

Luke: He must have gotten lost..been part of a convoy or something.

Han: Well he ain't gonna be around long to tell anybody about us.

Luke: Look at him, he's heading for that small moon.

Han: I think I can get him before he gets there. He's almost in range.

Obi-Wan: That's no moon. It's a space station.

Han: It's too big to be a space station.

Luke: I have a very bad feeling about this.

Obi-Wan: Turn the ship around.

Han: Yeah...I think you're right. Full reverse, Chewie lock in the auxiliary power.

Han: Uh uh everything's under control, situation normal.

Imperial Officer: What happened?

Han: Uh...had a slight weapons malfunction, but uh everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine, we're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?

Imperial Officer: We're sending a squad up.

Han: Uh...uh negative, negative. We have a uh reactor leak here uh now, give us a few minutes to lock it down. Uh large leak, very dangerous.

Imperial Officer: Who is this? What's your operating number?

Han: Uh...... [blasts communication panel] Boring conversation anyway. Luke, we're gonna have company!

Han: I hope that old man got that tractor beam out of commission or this is going to be a real short trip...ok hit it!

Red Leader: Negative. Negative. It didn't go in. It just impacted on the surface.

Threepio: The odds of successfully navigating an asteroid field are 3,720 to 1!

Hook Hand Thug: Go. Live your dream.

Flynn: I will.

Hook Hand Thug: Your dream stinks, I was talking to her.

Flynn: Frankly I'm too scared to ask about the frog.

Rapunzel: Chameleon.

Flynn: Nuance.

Flynn: Frying pans...who knew, right?

Flynn: Max. You brought them here?

[Max nods at Flynn]

Flynn: Thank you.

[Max smirks at Flynn]

Flynn: No really, thank you. I...I feel maybe this whole time we've just been misunderstanding one another, and we're really just...

[Max deadpan stares at Flynn]

Flynn: Yeah you're right, we should go.

Helen: Have a great day honey!

Bob: Thanks.

Helen: Help customers, climb ladders...

Bob: Bring bacon?

Helen: All that jazz.

Pa: Shut your mouth, Darnell!

Darnell: Pa! Did you hear that suspicious thud?

Louis: Pricker bushes got me! Gator down, gator down!

Darnell: [whacks Pa on the head with his club, missing Frog Naveen] Just missin' him! [continues whacking Pa on the head, missing Frog Naveen each time] I will make him pay for his insolence!

Louis: You sure this is the right blind voodoo lady who lives in a boat in a tree in the bayou?

Ray: Pretty sure.

Wilbur:  (over radio)  Mugwomp tower, Mugwomp tower, this is Albatross One
         Three requesting permission to land.  Over? 

Jake:    Albatross?  (Jake flips over the checkerboard to a chart that has
         various bird sizes)  Let's see... finch, wren, scrub bird,
         lockeet, freckled duck, culah, kukaberra, parrot, cockatoo,
         alba... alba...?!?!  It's a jumbo!!

         (into radio)  Negative one three, you'll have to turn back, our
         runway isn't long enough for a bird your size. 

Wilbur:  Not long enough?!?  Look pal, I can land this thing on a dime! 

Bernard: (heard over radio) Uh... Wilbur, if, if the runway isn't long
         enough... 

Wilbur:  Listen you can't let these radar jockeys push you around.  Just
         leave it to me alright? 

Jake:    (into radio) I say again mate, our runway is too short. 

Wilbur:  And I say again, MATE, I'm comin' in!! 

Jake:    Crazy Yank.  Quick Sparky, we gotta find a way to extend the
         runway. 

Phil Davis: My dear partner. When what's left of you gets around to what's left to be gotten, what's left to be gotten won't be worth getting whatever it is you've got left.

Bob Wallace: When I figure out what that means I'll come up with a crushing reply.

Gen. Thomas F. Waverly: Why here?

Bob Wallace: Well, you got this nice big empty ski lodge, and the minute Phil and I saw it, we thought it was ideal, didn't we, Phil?

Phil Davis: Uh, that's right, Bob, ideal. That's exactly the word we used, too - ideal. We looked at this big ski lodge and we said "Isn't it ideal, absolutely, ideal," didn't we?

Bob Wallace: Ideal.

Gen. Thomas F. Waverly: We've established the fact the lodge is ideal.

Jessica Rabbit: I suppose you think no one's going to notice Toontown's disappeared?

Judge Doom: Who's got time to wonder about some ridiculous talking mice when you're driving by at 75 miles an hour?

Jessica Rabbit: What are you talking about? There's no road past Toontown.

Judge Doom: Not yet! Several months ago I had the good providence to stumble upon a plan of the city council's. A construction plan of epic proportions. They're calling it - a freeway.

Eddie Valiant: Freeway? What the hell's a freeway?

Judge Doom: Eight lanes of shimmering cement running from here to Pasadena. Smooth, safe, fast. Traffic jams will be a thing of the past.

Eddie Valiant: So that's why you killed Acme and Maroon? For this freeway? I don't get it.

Judge Doom: Of course not. You lack vision. I see a place where people get on and off the freeway. On and off, off and on, all day and all night! Soon where Toontown once stood will be a string of gas stations...inexpensive motels...restaurants that serve rapidly prepared food...tire salons...automobile dealerships...and wonderful, wonderful billboards reaching as far as the eye can see! My God...it'll be beautiful.

Eddie Valiant: Come on! Nobody's gonna drive this lousy freeway when they can take the red car for a nickel!

Judge Doom: Oh they'll drive. They'll have to. You see I bought the red car so I could dismantle it.