Village of the Giants (1965)
Genius: This time I was sure I had it. It's a very elusive formula.
Elsa: Had what, kiddo?
Genius: Kiddo? I prefer to be called Genius, if you don't mind.
Elsa: Okay, Genius, no offence. What formula?
Genius: For the Goo. There's not much of it, and they want me to make some more. But it's not easy.
Elsa: Why don't we go for a walk, Genius? I'll buy you an ice cream cone.
Genius: I never touch it. It's high in cholesterol. But I'll go for a walk with you.
Merrie: Fred, what's going to happen to us?
Fred: I don't know. As long as it lasts, I guess we'll have to live with it.
Merrie: Oh don't make book on it. When Fred wants something, he usually gets it.
Merrie: That boyfriend of yours is gonna get the daylights beaten out of him. And how do you like that?
[At the giant duck cookout]
Mike: You know what we're doing? We're making history!
Nancy: And eating it, too!
Harry: W-what's the matter, hotshot? Don't you like your new size?
Merrie: I was big enough before.
Harry: Heh, look what happened to us. And all these girls can think of is their, modesty! Ha ha!
Merrie: Fred... Fred, what have we done?
Fred: Well whatever it is, we're stuck with it.
Harry: Stuck with it. So why don't we make the most of it? It's gonna make a difference!
Rick: Yeah. I was just thinking... wait til' my old man gets tough with me again, eh?
Jean: W-we're freaks, Rick.
Harry: Maybe we are, but you just wait til' the next guy who asks me for my I.D. card. Oh, boy!
Pete: Now maybe it won't be so easy for them to kick us around anymore!
Pete: The adults, honey! This isn't there world anymore, it's gonna be ours!
Rick: Yeah. We turn the tables on them. Come on, let's split and have some fun, eh?
Fred: Yeah. Yeah, let's get out of here.
Merrie: But I don't have anything to wear!
Sheriff: You'll regret this! You mark my words!
Jean: Save your bad temper, Sheriff. See if you can find a better use for it.
Fred: Merrie! Get in there and watch that kid.
Merrie: But I wanna watch!
Fred: Don't worry. I'm gonna give you his head on a silver platter.
Genius: [about the chemicals he's mixed] They're not compatible. This is supposed to blow up. I wonder why it doesn't?
Nancy: You and I aren't going to be very compatible either, Genius, if you don't get out of here.
Genius: I wonder what you see in her.
Mike: I don't know either. But, uh, whatever it is, I like it.
Mike: Who got the Goo?
Genius: They got it. One of them ran off with it. I was going to stop him, but...
Nancy: But what?
Genius: Reasons of pure logic. He was bigger than me.