- The Drummer: Who's that chick?
- Fred: Cinderella.
- The Drummer: Well, your Cinderella's got a pistol this big in her bag.
- Fred: It's her magic wand.
- The Drummer: Hey, how you're doing cats?
- The Roller Skater: Son of a bitch, a drummer with no fucking sense of timing.
- Héléna: [to La préfète] Stop! Tell your story to someone else... because I don't give a fuck about all this bullshit.
- The Singer: [singing] How can I keep on smiling at their disguise? When I know nothing good ever comes from lies. My heart is no beginner. But still, I can lose my temper. Yeah. How can we keep on watching that fuckin' TV? We're so bored, we don't even care what we see. Takes our strength away. And never, never shows us the way. No. But I think I know the answer. It's only mystery and I like it.
- Héléna's Husband: [Helena is sporting a very ratted hairdo for a fancy dinner] What is that hairdo?
- Héléna: Iroquois.
- Héléna's Husband: What?
- Héléna: Iroquois.
- [the door opens, holds her hand up]
- Héléna: How!
- The Roller Skater: So what're you doing down here?
- Fred: Ha! That's a good question! Can I trust you?
- The Roller Skater: No, but tell me anyway.
- The Commissioner: [after seeing his wife crying] Mrs. Kerman, is there a problem?
- Héléna: No. I was just telling your wife that I don't give a fuck about her stories.