I guess this was too obscure to start a viable thread, but here goes again:
Frau Blucher: Would the doctor care for a brandy before retiring?
Froederick: No. Thank you.
Frau Blucher: Some varm milk… perhaps?
Froederick: No, thank you very much.
Frau Blucher: Ovaltine?
Froederick: Nothing! Thank you. I’m a little tired.
Frau Blucher: Then I vill say… goodnight.
Froederick: Goodnight!
Froederick: Igor, would you help me with the bags?
Igor:(a la Groucho Marx) Certainly - you take the blonde, and I’ll take the one in the turban!
Damn, you, fnord! ::rain slashes down; lightning strikes on the forbidding cliff::
You pre-empted my favorite line!
And what does that leave me with?
“Roll, roll in da hay!”
The incoherent Teutonic offical w/ the prosthetic arm ? (Totally unquotable.)
Gene Hackman, the kindly, blind hermit who screws things up with the best intentions? (Visual; perfect; not typable.)
Okay, here’s one that hasn’t been cited yet, but is absolutely, hilariously perfect:
Gene Wilder: (innocently demented; in top coat and tails)
“Man about town…!”
(music swells, suave soft shoe ensues)
“Puttin’ on the Ritz!”
(stomping, clumping, joyous warbling)