Kate McCallister: [at the Plaza Hotel] What kind of hotel allows a child to check in alone?
Desk Clerk: The boy had a very convincing story.
Kate McCallister: What kind of idiots do you have working here?
Desk Clerk: The finest in New York.
Kate McCallister: [at the Plaza Hotel] What kind of hotel allows a child to check in alone?
Desk Clerk: The boy had a very convincing story.
Kate McCallister: What kind of idiots do you have working here?
Desk Clerk: The finest in New York.
Dick: [Rosie sees the doctor for the stuck condom in her vagina] Hi, I'm Dick.
Rosie Dunne: Of course, you are.
Check-Out Woman: Are you here all by yourself?
Kevin McCallister: Ma'am, I'm eight years old. You think I would be here alone? I don't think so.
Check-Out Woman: Where's your mom?
Kevin McCallister: My mom's in the car.
Check-Out Woman: Where's your father?
Kevin McCallister: He's at work.
Check-Out Woman: What about your brothers and your sisters?
Kevin McCallister: I'm an only child.
Check-Out Woman: Where do you live?
Kevin McCallister: Uh, I can't tell you that.
Check-Out Woman: Why not?
Kevin McCallister: Because you're a stranger.
Jessica's Dad: [walks in his bathroom covered in chocolate] Oh, my God. He shit everywhere.
[screaming]
Jessica's Dad: THERE'S SHIT EVERYWHERE! DAMNIT! THEY SHIT ON THE WINDOWS! OH MY GOD! MY HOUSE IS FULL OF SHIT! HE SHIT EVERYWHERE! LOOK WHAT HE DID HE SHIT ALL OVER THE WALL!
Lori: Doug, honey… you wouldn't hurt me, would you, sweetheart? Sweetheart, be reasonable. After all, we're married!
[Lori goes for her gun, Quaid shoots her in the head, killing her]
Douglas Quaid: Consider that a divorce!
Becky: Tell me what you want, as fast as it comes to you.
Gilbert: Uhh…
Becky: Okay?
Gilbert: 'Kay.
Becky: Okay. What do you want?
[He's thinking about it]
Becky: Faster!
Gilbert: Okay. I want a new thing. House. I want a new house. And a family.
[He sighs heavily]
Gilbert: I want Momma to take aerobics classes. I want Ellen to grow up. I want a new brain for Arnie. I want…
Becky: What do you want for you? Just for you?
Gilbert: I want to be a good person.
Jay Sebring: Is everybody okay?
Rick Dalton: Well… the fuckin' hippies aren't. That's for goddamn sure.
[last lines]
Sergeant Kesuke Miyagi: Julie-san, fighting not good. But if must fight… win.
Richard Wershe Sr.: Straight talk? Your mother and I. We didn't plan on Dawn.
Richard Wershe Sr.: We didn't plan on you either, but in the end things worked out.
Rick Wershe Jr.: Dawn is a junkie, I'm shitting into a bag. Well that turned out well.
Richard Wershe Sr.: What can I say, you know? I'm a glass-half-full kind of guy.
Mike Mitchell: [sarcastically] You think you're so wise.
Brandon Mitchell: About time you recognized it. I am *brimming* with wisdom. I am up to my *eyeballs* in wisdom. Do you want to hear some more?
Mike Mitchell: No, I think I'm good, thank you.
Brandon Mitchell: Sometimes you look…
Mike Mitchell: All good!
Brandon Mitchell: Just saying.