Charlie's Angels

Sabrina: Charlie, you okay? You sound terrible. Charlie: Just a slight case of a rare affliction – scotch poisoning!

Jill: When we were at the police academy, did you ever think that we would be involved in a scheme to steal a racehorse? Sabrina: Those were the good old dull days. You know what? I miss the good old dull days.

Sabrina: (aiming a rifle) Move and you're part of the wall. (Bosley, Kelly and Jill run up) Bosley: What a rotten attitude (Sabrina lowers the rifle) Kelly: What has been going on in here? Sabrina: I don't know. I have been here the whole time. I don't know.

Sabrina: We found out that Clifton joined a computerized dating service called Consenting Adults. Uh, from there we connected him with the girl in the photograph, Tracey Martel. And um...Well, I don't know how to put this... Maggie: Sabrina, come right out with it. Sabrina: She's a prostitute.

Kelly: So what's the tie-up between her and Consenting Adults? Jill: I don't know, but I have a feeling one of us is going to have to play call girl. Sabrina: Bingo - guess who? (Kelly pointing at Jill) Jill: If I could squeeze a gold watch out of Charlie, now would be the perfect time to retire.