Denny: I prefer to be alone. Please leave.
Denny: No reason.
Alan: If you were to guess at a reason.
Denny: If I were to guess, I'd say maybe I don't want to socialize with a pinko liberal Democrat commie.
Denny: Most of the Cranes in my family were flamingos.
Bob Mathias: What are you gonna do? Turn me into a toad?
Sam Sawtelle: We don't do hexes? (Punches Bob in the face.) We do throw punches, occasionally.
Brad: Don't you two have anything else to do?
Garrett: We're discussing a case, sir.
Brad: It's not a case. It's an abuse of the judicial process.
Garrett: Yes,... we're discussing that.
Denny: Drop the case. Do it now.... I'm directing you. Drop it.
(Denny walks up next to Alan at the party wearing the identical flamingo costume.)
Denny: Tried it on. Looked good. Kept it on. Doesn't mean I forgive you.
Alan: Got it.... You look good in pink.
Denny: Not having sex with you.
Alan: Just the same.
Denny: Alan, I've loved you like ah...
Denny: We're Americans. And to be critical in a time of war, even the Democrats are smart enough to keep their mouths shut on this.
Alan: What are you thinking about? It's not a trick question.
Denny: Can't i have a solitary, pensive moment? Keep a thought to myself?
Alan: Ha, ha. You forgot what you were thinking.
Brad: Do you know your briefcase is smoking?
Alan: 'Tis the season, Brad. Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble and so forth.