Mask: Hold on, Sugar! Daddy's got a sweet tooth tonight!
Mask: [about to attack the mechanics who cheated him earlier] Hold on to your lugnuts, it's tiiiiime for an overhaul!
Mask: [after falling out an apartment window, the Mask pulls his head out of the ground and faces the camera] Look, Ma! I'm road kill! Ha, ha, ha!
Mask: You were good kid, real good. But as long as I'm around, you'll always be second best, see?
Stanley Ipkiss: I'm here for the Civic.
Irv: The brake drums are shot and you need a new transmission.
Stanley Ipkiss: What? All I wanted was an oil change!
Burt: Well, you're lucky we caught these problems now before they cause you some serious trouble.
Stanley Ipkiss: It's a power tie. It's supposed to make you feel powerful.
Tina Carlyle: Does it work?
Stanley Ipkiss: [knowing it doesn't work, tries changing the subject] Now, uh, how about that account? We have...
[nervously jams a pen in the pencil sharpener, making a loud grinding noise]
Stanley Ipkiss: checking, savings and checking, CDs, savings and CDs, checking and CDs, savings, checking, and CDs, T-bills, or we can just take all your money and throw it in a big mattress back there.
Stanley Ipkiss: Milo stay here. Looks like Daddy's gotta go kick some butt.
Stanley Ipkiss: [Being lifted by bodyguards] You put me down, or I am never coming back here!
[They drop him on the ground painfully]
Stanley Ipkiss: [Weak with pain] Thanks.
Stanley Ipkiss: [explaining how The Mask works] It's like it brings your innermost desires to life. If deep down you're a little repressed, and a hopeless romantic, you become some kind of love-crazy wild man.
Tina Carlyle: And if you're someone like Dorian?
Stanley Ipkiss: Then we're all in big trouble.
Stanley Ipkiss: [imitating Dr. Neuman] That's correct, Wendy. We all wear masks, metaphorically speaking.
[Stanley laughs, puts on mask, it starts to suck on his face and he pulls it off]
Stanley Ipkiss: [bewildered] Yeah, right.