| Nick Rivers: |
Is this the Potato farm? |
| Albert Potato: |
Yes, I am Albert Potato. |
| ----- |
| Martin: |
Nick, I've tried everything: the embassy, the
German government, the consulate. I even talked to the U.N.
embassador. It's no use, I just can't bring my wife to orgasm. |
| ----- |
| Hillary Flammond: |
Who do you favor in the Virginia Slims tournament? |
| The Blindman: |
In women's tennis, I always root against the
heterosexual. |
| ----- |
| Nick Rivers: |
One February, they got pretty jammed up during
the semi-annual Lincoln's birthday sale, and they asked me
to help out in preteen maternity. |
| ----- |
| Nick Rivers: |
I'm not the first guy who fell in love with
a girl he met in a restaurant, who then turned out to be the
daughter of a kidnapped scientist, only to lose her to a childhood
lover who she's last seen on a deserted island, and who turned
out fifteen years later to be the leader of the French Underground. |
| Hillary Flammond: |
I know. It, it all sounds like some bad movie. |
| ----- |
| Nick Rivers: |
Hillary, that's an unusual name. |
| Hillary Flammond: |
It's a German name. It means, she who's bosoms
defy gravity. |
| ----- |
| Dr. Paul Flammond: |
[O]ne night the secret police broke into my
house, they tore me from my family, ransacked my laboratory,
and brought me to this dungeon. |
| Nick Rivers: |
That sucks. |
| ----- |
| Du Quois: |
Nick, whether you make it back or not, that
plane must take off with Dr. Flammond at 1800 hours. |
| Deja Vu: |
But, we recommend you be there at least 45
minutes before departure, especially at this time of year. |
| ----- |
| Dr. Paul Flammond: |
If they find out you've seen this, your life
will be worth less than a truckload of dead rats in a tampon
factory. |
| ----- |
| Nick Rivers: |
I really don't know any German. |
| Hillary Flammond: |
That's alright, I know a little German--he's
sitting over there. |
| ----- |
| Du Quois: |
This is Chevalier, Montage, Detente, Avant
Garde, and Deja Vu. |
| ----- |
| Du Quois: |
Over there, Croissant, Souffle, Escargot, and
Chocolate Mousse. |
| ----- |
| Nigel: |
How do we know that he's not Mel Torme? |
| ----- |
| Nigel: |
Now just shut up, and give me the back half. |
| Du Quois: |
Alright, be an a**hole. |
| ----- |
| Cedric: |
Driver, why have we stopped here? This isn't
the Howard Johnson's. |
| ----- |
| Deja Vu: |
You've got to hand it to the Germans, they
make great cars. |
| ----- |
| Waiter: |
Your hog balls, sir. |
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