MXR: (remarking on their transformation to human form) Ugly, but I suppose practical.
Non: (female alien) I kinda like it.
MXR: Your opinion was not requested!
Smith: Quickly. What is the value of this?
Robot: One dollar, seventy-nine cents at any five and ten cents store.
Smith: Oh the pain, the pain. It's supposed to be worth a king's ransom.
Robot: It is not even worth a Dr. Smith's ransom.
Prof. Robinson: Now we're all gonna take a vacation.
Will: Where are we gonna go, Dad?
Prof. Robinson: We're not going anywhere, we're going to spend it right here at Happy Acres. (to Smith) And, uh, since you're the big intergalactic innkeeper, I'm sure you'll show us a wonderful time. On the house.