In case I don't see ya: Good afternoon, good evening, and good night!

The early bird gathers no moss! The rolling stone catches the worm!

Somebody help me, I'm being spontaneous!

[Sailing away in the artificially roughened winds and seas] Is that the best you can do? You're gonna have to kill me! [sings] What do ya do with a drunken sailor? What do ya do with a drunken sailor? What do ya do with a drunken sailor ear-lye in the mor-nin'!

[to Meryl threatening him with a kitchen utensil] What are you gonna do? Grate me, slice me or dice me? There are sooo many choices.

[after startling two control room directors by seemingly talking to them, then easing their concerns by seeming to revert back to his eccentricity, whilst they look at their notes temporarily] That one's for free.

You never had a camera in my head!

[watching himself in the mirror in the bathroom] I here by proclaim this planet as Trumania of the Burbank Galaxy!

We accept the reality of the world with which we are presented, it's as simple as that.

If he [Truman] was more than just a vague ambition, if he was absolutely determined to discover the truth, there's no way we could prevent him.