Frankie: I want to talk to you about Delores. I'm Frankie.
Prof. Robert O. Sutwell: Oh, hi, Frankie. I'm...
Frankie: I know who you are.
Prof. Robert O. Sutwell: You do?
Frankie: You're the guy that's been cutting in on my time!
Prof. Robert O. Sutwell: No, please, just a moment I...
Frankie: You're brainwashing her with your beard!
Prof. Robert O. Sutwell: Brainwashing her with my beard?
Frankie: Why else would she be crazy about someone like you?
Prof. Robert O. Sutwell: Now that, I resent.
Frankie: I mean, you're an old man.
Prof. Robert O. Sutwell: Now just a second. If you're so crazy about Dolores, why are you running around flirting with that Hungarian goulash?
Frankie: Because she's my girl.
Prof. Robert O. Sutwell: Who? Goulash?
Frankie: No, Dolores!
Prof. Robert O. Sutwell: Oh, I see now, yes! You're trying to make her jealous. Put her down. Typical Aborigine attitude. I suppose you'd like to drag her off on your surfboard by the roots of her hair.
Frankie: Yes, I would! I love her. Look, I know how you can love her too because she's lovable. But I'm telling you this: I am not gonna let any over aged fuzzy-face take away my girl! Not, if I have anything to do with it, and believe me Mister, I do! By the way, how are you fixed for blades?

Frankie: You know, the only thing I've studied this semester is you.
Dolores: Well, I hope you don't flunk.
Frankie: Well, there's always summer school, you know.

Big Daddy: Bring me my pendulum, kiddies, I feel like swinging!

[at the arrival of Eric Von Zipper and his Rat Pack]
Cappy: Just what we need, the black plague!

[Eric Von Zipper's motorcycle run away and crashes]
J.D.: You did it again, boss.
Eric Von Zipper: You stupid, fix it!