J.P. Milligan: Okay, for the record, Carol called me about this yesterday. I didn't even know you were going to be involved.
Amanda Lin: Sounds like Aunt Carol. I didn't even know she was going to sell until I got here.
J.P. Milligan: Well, look, we don't need any more stress in our lives. So, if you don't want me here, say the word, I will bow out.
Amanda Lin: That'd be great.
J.P. Milligan: You're hilarious.
Amanda Lin: Bye bye. But…
J.P. Milligan: There's a but.
Amanda Lin: Aunt Carol thinks you're the best fit for this and the other options were terrible.
J.P. Milligan: Ah, well. JP Milligan, not terrible. Got a ring to it.
Amanda Lin: Okay, if we're gonna do this, I have two conditions.
J.P. Milligan: Fine.
Amanda Lin: I get to look over all the listing materials and we can only sell to a family that will run the farm as is. No developers.
J.P. Milligan: Well, that answers that question. Time has not made you any less bossy.
Amanda Lin: Cute.
J.P. Milligan: I love the idea of you being involved. I mean, I want this place to go to a nice family just as much as you do. You know my connection to this farm. It means a lot to me or else I wouldn't be here.
Amanda Lin: Great.
J.P. Milligan: But, in order to create that buzz, we're gonna have to cast a wide net. It's gonna be a part of our plan to get the buyer that we really want. So to create interest, it'll be easier and quicker to sell. Okay?
Amanda Lin: Fine.
J.P. Milligan: Hold up. Two conditions of my own.
Amanda Lin: Okay.
J.P. Milligan: Number one, you are going to have to trust me. Believe it or not, I know what I'm doing. And number two, we're going to stick to the plan this time.
Amanda Lin: Well, that answers that question. Time hasn't made you any less smug, huh?
[JP shakes his head]
Amanda Lin: Deal.
J.P. Milligan: Looking forward to it.
Amanda Lin: [under her breath] This better not be a mistake.
J.P. Milligan: [under his breath as he walks away] I hope this wasn't a mistake.
[Feeling threatened, Gail orders Katie to demonstrate her singing ability]
Gail Van Ravensway: [handing Katie her guitar] Now let's hear this amazing voice.
Katie Gibbs: [playing guitar and singing about Gail] Like a malignant tumor, she's got no sense of humor. / Just like a swollen blister, it's best to just resist her./ She's not exactly a witch, she's just a terrible b…
Gail Van Ravensway: [yanks away her guitar] Well, your lyrics stink, but Guy's right. You've got chops.
Willy Wonka: Do you like my meadow? Try some of my grass! Please have a blade, please do, it's so delectable and so darn good looking!
Charlie Bucket: You can eat the grass?
Willy Wonka: Of course you can! Everything in this room is eatable, even *I'm* eatable! But that is called "cannibalism," my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies.
[Mouth is "translating" Mrs. Walsh's instructions for Rosalita]
Irene Walsh: Pants and shirts go in the second. Just… just throw them all into cardboard boxes. Clark, can you translate all that?
Mouth: For sure, Mrs. Walsh.
Mouth: [in Spanish] The marijuana goes in the top drawer. The cocaine and speed go in the second drawer. And the heroin goes in the bottom drawer. Always separate the drugs.
A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water log stick will do just fine. A dog doesn’t care if your rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he’ll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?
[Rudolf is drinking coffee in the unattended candy stall when a couple of african american basketball players enter]
The ordinary personal is back…
Take it easy, all we want is coffee.
Take it, it’s yours.
And, I’ll have one of those… bye the way, what do you call, those?
[Pointing at a pile of chocolate balls]
We call them ni -… nigg… no, no, no, no… we call them wienerbröd, wiener brudds.
Oh no you don’t…
What, are you crying? You don’t cry, all right? You keep your chin up. Come on, keep your chin up. Crying never helped anybody do anything, okay? You have a problem, you face it like a man.
[Peter continues to cry and Alan realizes what he just said]
Hey, hey, I’m sorry, okay? Twenty-six years buried in the deepest darkest jungle, and I still became my father.
Being still and doing nothing are two very different things.
Hello! I have to send the penguins back.
Voice On Phone:
Yes, send penguins.
[talking to himself]
What are you trained to do? Nothing…