Roy: Let his greed meet his imagination.
Dr. Klein: Let me ask you something. What would you do if you had to change careers?
Roy: You mean if I wasn't an antiques broker?
Dr. Klein: If you weren't a criminal.
Roy: Huh?
[twitches]
Roy: She left the door open. It was BITCHIN'!
Angela: If you're gonna get wet, might as well go swimming.
Dr. Klein: I have news, your neurosis is small.
Roy: What? You fucking quack!
[repeated line]
Roy: Uuuuuh... Uuuuuh...
Frank Mercer: There's just one problem.
Roy: What?
Frank Mercer: I think I'm in love with you.
Angela: My dad's a smooth operator!
Roy: I gotta go. I've got a big business meeting.
Angela: This late?
Roy: Antiques. They wait for no man.
Roy: You good to go?
Frank Mercer: Does the Pope pooh in the woods?
[first lines]
Roy: Uno, due, tre.
[last lines]
Roy: Hi.
Cashier: That'll be $36.50, sir.
[repeated line]
Roy: Simple is safe!
Roy: [Panicing] When... you're done, could you... wipe off the phone?
Frank Mercer: Yeah sure
[wipes on the back off his pants and his crotch]
Frank Mercer: How's that?
Roy: Oh God!
Frank Mercer: Whoa! I'm just kidding, just kidding!
Angela: This line's shorter.
Roy: No, this one's better.
[looks at the cashier he's been flirting with]
Roy: My associate tells me you have FIVE grandkids? WOW!
Frank Mercer: Okay, I'd just like to, you know, take a girl out somewhere nice once in a while.
Roy: You have to pay extra for that?
Frank Mercer: You want your forty g's?
Roy: Consider it a parting gift.
Frank Mercer: We should part more often.
Roy: [while looking for his pills] Pygmies!
Angela: You're staring.
Roy: I'm sorry.
Angela: It's okay. I used to do it too. Looked at your picture, see if I got your nose, your eyes. Mom used to say I got lucky and only got your elbows.
