3rd Rock from the Sun

Harry: Wow! Twenty seven dollars and fifteen cents. Sally: Come on Harry, you must have missed a couple hundreds. Let me see this. (Sally grabs dollar bills off the table) I worked eight stinking hours for a lousy pile of pennies!? I could have found this in a couch! Harry: Remember we're splitting it. Sally: Shut up!

Dick: The woman I love won't let me be a woman! I need some herbal tea and a fat-free cookie.

Dick: Dr. Blumfeld is right. We can't hold ourselves back any longer. Knock, knock, who's there? Me!!

Mary: Do you ever have this little voice in your head that says 'This might be a bad idea!?'

Dick: Has August ever belonged to a secret Women's organization? Tommy: Well, sure the Girl Scouts. She got out because she thought the cookie selling verged on racketeering.

Tommy: Sally I got a question for you. Now we've been on this planet a while now and I was just wondering if we were to tell someone we really cared about where we were actually from do you think it would be so dangerous? Sally: No not at all Tommy. In fact I've already told Mrs. Dubcek, the mailman, ooh and that nice guy down at the mini-mart because I want us all to die like lab rats at the hands of primitive scientists!!

(Harry is in another room using an electric razor) Sally: Harry, what are you doing? Harry: Well the training manual said no hair below the shoulders. Now, I don't think anybody's gonna look there but... you know, rule's a rule.

Sally: Oh boy did we luck out. You know not everybody can walk in off the street and get a job at a pancake house.

Mary: Nina, are you going to that lecture series on Thursday? Dr. Natalie Blumfeld is speaking. Nina: Yes. Dick: It sounds wonderful. Can I come too? Mary: It's really not for you. It's a place where we can open up and share our feelings. Dick: Oh. I have feelings. Nina: It's a women's study group. Dick: Well I'll take notes. Please let me come. Mary: Does everything have to involve you? Dick: In a perfect world, yes.

(Dick walks in on Nina and Mary giggling) Dick: What? Mary: Girl talk. Dick: Girl talk? Mary: Oh, I'm sorry. Did that sound sexist? Dick: No, sexist would be if you told me I had a tight butt and said if I didn't go to bed with you I'd be fired.

Nina: I had that dream again last night. Mary: Which one? Nina: The one where I'm riding a tractor and smoking a cigar. Mary: Oh! You're ovulating.