"What I'd really like to do is talk to Dana. Dana? It's Peter."
"There is no Dana, there is only Zuul."
"Oh, Zuulie, you nut, now c'mon. Just relax, c'mon. I want to talk to Dana. Dana, Dana. Can I talk to Dana?"
"There is no Dana, only Zuul!"
"What a lovely singing voice you must have."
"This city is headed for a disaster of biblical proportions."
"What do you mean, 'biblical?'"
"What he means is Old Testament, Mr. Mayor, real wrath of God type stuff."
"Exactly."
"Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling!"
"Forty years of darkness! Earthquakes, volcanoes..."
"The dead rising from the grave!"
"Human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together... mass hysteria!"
"All right, all right! I get the point!"
"I've gotta get this in the clear...!"
"Wait, wait, wait! I've always wanted to do this..."
"And the flowers are still standing!"
