Kelsey Grammer

Bonaparte: "What guys you're looking for?"
Barney: "Young, hungry, willing to take a bullet..."

Bonaparte: "He shut down a city for three days."
Barney: "Why the hell did he do that?"
Bonaparte: "Because he can."

Barney: "I could do that."
Bonaparte: "You wanna slip on a dress and give it a shot?"

Barney: "Where is the candidate?"
Bonaparte: "Right there in the red dress, about to chop those guys in half."
Barney: "The hostess?"
Bonaparte: "Not the hostess, she's the bouncer."

"It's an image old as time, a baby swaddled in white delivered by the stork. How quant? But you'll find here on Stork Mountain we take baby delivery seriously. I'm here to finally unveil our new and improved Human Infant Production Facility. We have perfected and streamlined the process, devising a zero mistake work flow. Using the most cutting edge technology coupled with over seventy-five years of hard worn experience, our new process has been described as, perfect, precise, flawless, ideal, immaculate, no problemo, error proofed, too good to fail, the opposite of the Titanic. We work hard just so you can hear the four most precious words in human language, 'Goo-goo, gah-gah.' So when you're looking for a baby delivery you can count The Stork Delivery Service. Make a plan, stick to the plan, always deliver."

Hunter: "What was that? ... Oh, no!"
Tulip: "My bad!"

Hunter: "Junior, do you know, why I built my office entirely out of glass even though birds can't see glass?"
Junior: "I do not."
[a couple of birds crash right onto the glass office]
Hunter: "Power move."

Hunter: "I'm getting out of babies and into packaged goods."
Junior: "Cool, cool, cool, very cool."
Hunter: "Monday it'll all be yours, barring some monumental screw-up."