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Liz: What’s this room? I’ve forgotten my compass.
Connor: I’d say, north-by-northwest parlor-by-living-room.

Connor: This is the Bridal Suite. Send us up some caviar sandwiches and a bottle of beer.
Margaret: Who is this?
Connor: This is the Voice of Doom calling. Your days are numbered, to the seventh son of the seventh son!

Connor: Doggone it, C.K. Dexter Haven! Either I’m gonna sock you or you’re gonna sock me.
Dexter: Shall we toss a coin?

Dexter: Be whatever you want – you’re my redhead.

Dexter: Do you suppose, sir, speaking of eye-openers…?
Uncle Willie: Oh, that’s the first sane remark I’ve heard today. Come along, Dexter, I know a formula that’s said to pop the pennies off the eyelids of dead Irishmen.