President Schwarzenegger Library, to begin with. He was govenor already and then if the configuration of stars and stuff will be right, he might just become a President one day if the 61st Amendment is passed (as in the movie) to allow him to run.
Any time the swear-machine goes off, leading to... when Spartan met Cocteau in his office.
Cocteau: Be well.
Spartan: Be fucked.
Machine: John Spartan, you are fined one credit for a violation of the Verbal Morality Statute
Spartan shoots the machine, making Associate Bob faint.
Phoenix opens a manhole and...
"Shit! I LOVE that smell! Reminds me of biscuits and gravy!"
Phoenix argues with a computer about using a phaser gun when two museum guards walk up to him and try to talk to him nicely. Of course, Phoenix just shoots them. Without looking at them or pausing his conversation with the computer.
Phoenix: So, what, it needs batteries? What size? I mean, where the fuck do you find batteries in the future?
The statement of a little girl that Spartan saved while blowing up a mini-mall in the process.
Reporter: How can you justify destroying a $7 million mini mall to rescue a girl whose ransom was only $25,000?
Girl: Fuck you, lady!
Spartan: Good answer.
There's also the part where Spartan crashes in the futuristic police car.
Spartan: Brake. Brake! BRAKE NOW, YOU MICKEY MOUSE PIECE OF SHIIIIIIT!
And Spartan exploiting the Swear-O-Meters for toilet paper because he can't figure out those damned seashells.
This pays off an earlier joke that one of the cryogenic skills Spartan assimilated while frozen was knitting.
"You're on TV!!"*television!* Such a corny line, and yet there's nothing better you can possibly yell before smacking someone with a TV set (just ahead of "Watch this!").
Spartan meets Edgar Friendly face to face in the sewers and Edgar explains Cocteau's problem with him.
Edgar: "You see, according to Cocteau's plan, I'm the enemy, 'cause I like to think; I like to read. I'm into freedom of speech and freedom of choice. I'm the kind of guy who likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder, "Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?" I WANT high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and BUCKETS of cheese, okay? I want to smoke a Cuban cigar the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I want to run through the streets naked with green Jell-o all over my body reading Playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal? I've SEEN the future. Do you know what it is? It's a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing "I'm an Oscar Meyer Wiener"."
And the bugger beside him is this close to corpsing.
Made even better when you realize the entire diatribe is something right out of Denis Leary's standup routine.
Rob Schneider's character answering a 911 call in a Funny Foreground Event: "Greetings and salutations. Welcome to the San Angeles Emergency Line. If you would like an automated response, please press '1' now."