Tim: [about "Blackbird"] That's my special song! My parents wrote it just for me.

Boss Baby: Your parents are Lennon and McCartney?

Boss Baby: I can't leave without you.

Tim: Yeah, we DO make a pretty good team.

Boss Baby: No really... I can't reach the doorknob.

Tim: [from trailer]

[about the baby]

Tim: Look at him! He wears a suit...

Mother: He's like a little man!

Tim: He carries a briefcase! Does no one else think that's, oh, I don't know, a little freaky?

Tim: Who ARE you?

Boss Baby: I'm the *boss*.

[from trailer]

[at a conference with other babies]

Boss Baby: Put... that... cookie... down! Cookies are for closers!

Boss Baby: [in puppy costume] I've never been more embarrassed in my LIFE.

[dog sniffs costume's bottom part]

Boss Baby: Ugh!

Tim: Long Island doesn't know how to make an iced tea.

Tim: You can talk!

Boss Baby: Ah, goo goo ga ga.

Tim: No, you can really talk!

Boss Baby: Fine! I can talk. Now let's see if you can listen. Give me a double espresso and find a place around here with good sushi, I KILL for a spicy tuna roll right about now.

[gives Tim some money]

Boss Baby: Get yourself a little somethin'.

Tim: Can't we just share?

Boss Baby: You really didn't go to business school, did you?

Boss Baby: Fart poop doodie!

Dad: Look, they have a puppy pit.

Mother: [sarcastically] That is so hygienic.

[after the end credits; the alarm clock goes off]

Wizzie: Wake up, little halflings. It's time to leave. Go and live your peasant lives.

[the background music goes higher]

Wizzie: [flailing his arms up and down] Be gone with you!

[fade to black]