Princess Aouda: Have there been any women in his life?

Passepartout: I assume he had a mother, but I am not certain.

Stationmaster: I'll be darned if I understand you city folks. Always rushing, rushing, rushing. Always thinking about the future. No wonder you have stomach trouble.

Princess Aouda: Mr. Fogg, why must you be so... so British?

Railway Official: There's still fifty miles of track to be laid between here and Allabahad.

Phileas Fogg: But the London newspapers announced the opening of this railway throughout.

Railway Official: That must have been The Daily Telegraph. Never would have read that in The Times.

Phileas Fogg: And furthermore, you play an abominable game of whist. Good day, sir.

Passepartout: Is that necessary?

Mr. Fix: It's not necessary. Mandatory.

Sir Francis Gromarty: One thousand pounds for an elephant? It's outrageous! You've been diddled.

Phileas Fogg: Undoubtedly. But it's not often one needs an elephant in a hurry.

Saloon Hostess: Never be in a hurry. You'll miss the best parts in life.

Phileas Fogg: Madam, you don't understand. I'm looking for my man.

Saloon Hostess: So am I.

Col. Proctor Stamp: Thanks. You're still a foreigner, but you're true blue.

Phileas Fogg: An Englishman never jokes about a wager, sir.

Monsieur Gasse, Travel Agent: Monsieur! You are now addressing the second most celebrated balloonist in Europe.

Phileas Fogg: And who is the first?

Monsieur Gasse, Travel Agent: He is not available. He was, uh, buried last Tuesday.

Saloon Bouncer: Listen, you. Get out and stay out. If I ever catch you in here again, I'll cut you up in a thousand pieces.

Col. Proctor Stamp: What kind of foreigner are you? Are you a hoochie-coochie dancer?

Sporting Lady: Call a bobbie! I've been robbed.

Phileas Fogg: Madam, will you join me on the verandah? I understand they serve an outstanding lemon squash.

Ralph: Your persiflage does not amuse.

Saloon Hostess: [to Phineas Fogg, as he is leaving the saloon] You still in a hurry? I thought the English were calm, dreamy sort of people.

Phileas Fogg: Crisis or no, nothing should interfere with tea!

Mr. Fix: Follow that ostrich!

Phileas Fogg: Steward, my Thursday midday meal has always been and will always be hot soup, fried sole, roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, baked potatoes, suet pudding and treacle.