Sergeant Calhoun: Your face is still red, you might want to hit it with your hammer again.

Fix-It Felix: Oh, that ain't blunt force trauma, ma'am. It's just the honeyglow in my cheeks. You know, you are one dynamite gal.

Brad: [At the artillery range] You know, you are one dynamite gal.

[On a date]

Brad: You are one dynamite gal.

[At a park]

Brad: Dynamite gal.

[Proposing]

Brad: Dynamite gal.

[At the wedding]

Brad: Dynamite gal.

[the cy-bug bursts in and kills him]