"[after hacking Eddie to death with a ice-pick] One from the vaults. Don't be upset - it was a mercy killing. He had a certain naïve charm, but no muscle."

"Tonight, my unconventional conventionalists, you are about to witness a new breakthrough in biochemical research, and paradise is to be mine!"

"So, come up to the lab,/ and see what's on the slab!/ I see you shiver with antici... [3-second long pause] ...pation./ But maybe the rain/ isn't really to blame,/ so I'll remove the cause.../ [chuckles] but not the symptom."

"Well, you got caught with a flat!/ Well, how 'bout that?/ Well, babies, don't you panic!/ By the light of the night,/ It'll all seem all right!/ I'll get you a satanic mechanic! [While singing 'how 'bout that?', Dr. Frank N. Furter looks directly into the camera and raises one eyebrow, implying that he may have had something to do with the breakdown]"

"You look like you're both pretty groovy!"

"[singing] Dammit, Janet, I love you."

"[singing] I'm just a sweet transvestite, from Transsexual, Transylvania!"

"[singing] Don't get strung out by the way I look./ Don't judge a book by its cover./ I'm not much of a man by the light of day,/ but by night I'm one hell of a lover!"

"How do you do? I/ see you've met my/ faithful handyman. He's just a/ little brought down, because/ when you knocked, he thought you were the candy-man."

"Is he.. Frank, I mean, is he your husband?"

"[singing] I've tasted blood and I want MORE."

"[singing] I'll put up no resistance, I want to stay the distance."

"Oh, dear, you're hurt! Did they do this to you?"

"I'm a muscle fa-a-a-an!"

"[singing] Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me / I wanna be dirty! Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me / Creature of the night!"

"If only we were amongst friends... or sane persons!"

"I don't like men with too many muscles."

"Hospitality! All we wanted to do was use your telephone, goddammit, a reasonable request you’ve chosen to ignore!"

"[after the Transylvanians perform the Time Warp.] Say, do any of you guys know how to Madison?"

"[After Dr Frank N Furter asked Brad if he had any tattoos] Certainly not!"

"[repeated line.] Hi, my name is Brad Majors, and this is my fiancée, Janet Weiss."

"Christ, kid, you're a weirdo!"

"You see, no one's going to help you Bubby, because there isn't anybody out there to do it. No one. We're all just complicated arrangements of atoms and subatomic particles — we don't live. But our atoms do move about in such a way as to give us identity and consciousness. We don't die; our atoms just rearrange themselves. There is no God. There can be no God; it's ridiculous to think in terms of a superior being. An inferior being, maybe, because we, we who don't even exist, we arrange our lives with more order and harmony than God ever arranged the earth. We measure; we plot; we create wonderful music. We are the architects of our own existence. What a lunatic concept to bow down before a God who slaughters millions of innocent children, slowly and agonizingly starves them to death, beats them, tortures them, rejects them. What folly to even think that we should not insult such a God, damn him, think him out of existence. It is our duty to think God out of existence. It is our duty to insult him. Fuck you, God! Strike me down if you dare, you tyrant, you non-existent fraud! It is the duty of all human beings to think God out of existence. Then we have a future. Because then — and only then — do we take full responsibility for who we are. And that's what you must do, Bubby: think God out of existence; take responsibility for who you are."

"Angel: You're rich, you're handsome...... you think it's OK to make fun of people like me...... well, it's just hurtful......""

"What do you think of your dinner, Mr. Pop?" "Pizza be better than this!"

"Bubby is the apprentice Roadie. Band Member: "Yeah Righto. Just don't drop the fucking speaker!""

"[to traffic cop] Get off of the fuckin' road you greenie bastard! Get off of the fuckin' road you greenie bastard! Get off..." [cop drags Bubby out of car & beats him "I don't like smart cunts!"]"

"Two of those wonderfully fattening chocolate eclairs please, Sam!"

"Fuck you, God! Strike me down if you dare! Angel be beautiful. God be a useless cunt!"

"[upon discovery of dead cat in Bubby's luggage] That be Cat!"

"Jesus can see everything I do... and he's going to beat me brainless!"

"Pop get pizza for cat!"

"Bubby being left to die... me Pop now!"

"You're a sexy woman Flo, you've got great big whoppa's."

"Christ, I beat you brainless."

"God be a useless cunt!"

"Be still ya litte cunt! I'll beat ya brainless!"

"Me be Pop now."

"Come on, cat. Pizza!"

"You be sexy woman, Flo."

"How come... cat no gas mask? Don't need one... cats don't breathe."

"Angel: Here's your bed, and there's your suitcase, and I've put your cat in the freezer, and we can bury that tomorrow, ok?"

"Council worker: Oi, piss off out the way mate, I gotta cut this tree down... Hey, you fuckin deaf...You're a queer looking rooster aren't ya? what are ya one of them fuck in' greenies aye, C'mon on, fuck off or I'll cut your prick off.....fuckin idiot...go on, get out of it"

"I know you're in there Florence.... I'll be back....."

"Christ Flo, you gotta see the funny side of it, all these years and I never know'd I had a son"

"Hey what's up son, you got a mental condition or something?"

"Yeah yeah alright. Don't go making a big thing of it."

"Hey son, you can call me pop. I'm your pop."