- Manager: [Entering hotel room devastated by an explosion] What happened?
- Capt. Amos Burke: The basket of fruit exploded.
- Manager: Basket of fruit? But I didn't order a basket of fruit to be placed here.
- Capt. Amos Burke: Someone did. One of the pineapples was the Chicago type. Boom.
- Princess Dana Ransputa: I've heard some marriages are arranged in heaven. Mine was arranged for me in a much warmer place.