The Mask

It's party time. P-A-R-T-Y!!! Why? Because I gotta!

— You on the Iist?
— No, but I beIieve my friends are.|Perhaps you know them? FrankIin, Grant... and Jackson.

— This is... impossible.
— Those pyjamas are impossible. This happened.

This is incredible. With these powers I could be... a superhero. I'd fight crime, protect the innocent... work for world peace. But first...

A French poodIe. The dog was rabid, had to put it down.

Can't make the scene if you don't have the green.

— You're under arrest.
— It wasn't me. It was the one-armed man.

— Do you have any idea what time it is?
— Actually, no.
— My new carpet!
— Well, this is coming right out of your security deposit.
— You know...
— What?
— Nothing.
— Well, that's what you are, Ipkiss, a big nothing.
— Aren't you due at the lab to get your bolts tightened?
— I should have said that.

— Dr. Neuman, you say that everybody wears a mask?
— That's correct. We all wear masks, metaphorically speaking. We suppress the id, our darkest desires and adopt a more socially acceptable image.

You were good, kid, real good... but as long as I'm around you'll be second-best.

You know how hard it is to find a decent man in this town? Most think monogamy is a kind of wood.