Roxanne (1987)

C.D. Bales: Well, every job has its perfect tool... Eh, this lock doesn't accept Master Card.

C.D. Bales: Fashionable: You know you could de-emphasize your nose if you wore something larger... like Wyoming!

C.D. Bales: Polite: Would you mind not bobbing your head; the orchestra keeps changing the tempo.

Dixie: Want anything? A drink? C.D. Bales: Yeah, but if I ask for another one, give it to me.

C.D. Bales: I really admire your shoes. Drunk #1: What? C.D. Bales: I love your shoes. Drunk #1: What do ya mean? C.D. Bales: And I was just thinking: as much as I really admire your shoes, and as much as I'd love to have a pair just like them, I really wouldn't want to be *in* your shoes at this particular time and place.

Mayor Deebs: I'd rather be with you people than the finest people in the world!

C.D. Bales: Ten more seconds, and I'm leaving. [Roxanne opens the door.] Roxanne Kowalski: What did you say? C.D. Bales: I said "Ten more seconds, and I'm leaving." Roxanne Kowalski: Oh. C.D. Bales: Wait, what did you think I said? Roxanne Kowalski: Earn more sessions by sleeving.

C. D. Bales: I, uh, notice you don't have any tattoos. I think that's a wise choice. I don't think Jackie Onassis would've gone as far if she'd have had an anchor on her arm.

Andy: That's our new computer. We can pinpoint any fire in town with that. It's perfect for us, because, you know, we're the fire department.