Salt:You are frightened of the night?
Salt:You are frightened of baloney?
Candy:I'm gonna be like everybody else! I'm gonna make friends! I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna wear make-up, I'm gonna go out with boys, I'm gonna sleep with truck drivers and get crabs, and I'm gonna finally get to use my diaphragm!
Randy:Hey Sandy, want some candy?
Sandy:Some candy'd be dandy.
Randy:Hey Candy, want some candy?
Candy:No candy for me, Randy.
Andy Jackson:Aw, come on, Candy, have some candy.
Candy:I said no candy, Andy.
Andy Jackson:Okay, Candy. I'll have some candy, Randy.
Randy:Okay, Randy. I'll give you Candy's candy.
Andy Jackson:Can I also have Mandy's candy?
Sandy:No, Randy! Don't give Andy Mandy's candy! Give him the candy that's handy!
Randy:All right, Sandy. So, Andy, what's your favorite candy?
[At a crime scene where five cheerleaders have been turned into a "human shish-kebob"]
Photographer:This must be the act of a maniac.
Reporter:Either that, or a very large chef.
Sgt. Reginald Cooper:[addressing his assistant]Driddle! Driddle...Driddle, change your name.
Johnson:It's now Johnson, sir.