Quotes
Monique Junot: I figured if we had nothing to say to each other he would get bored; go away. But instead he uses it as an excuse to put his testicles all over me.
Lane Myer: Excuse me?
Monique Junot: You know, like octopus? Testicles?
Lane Myer: Ohhhh. Tentacles. N-T. Tentacles; big Difference.
Share thisLane Myer: Johnny...
Johnny: Four weeks, twenty papers, that's two dollars. Plus tip.
Lane Myer: Gee Johnny, I don't have a dime.
Johnny: Didn't ask for a dime. Two dollars.
Lane Myer: Well... it's funny see... my mom, had to leave early to take my brother to school and my dad to work cuz...
Johnny: ...two dollars... cash.
Lane Myer: See... the problem here is that... my little brother, this morning, got his arm caught in the microwave, and uh... my grandmother dropped acid and she freaked out, and hijacked a school bus full of... penguins, so it's kind of a family crisis... so come back later? Great.
Share thisPaperboy: Two dollars!
Share thisCharles De Mar: This is pure snow! It's everywhere! Do you have any idea what the street value of this mountain is?
Share thisCharles De Mar: Greendale is a bodaciously small town, Lane. A fly speck on the map - a rest stop on the way to the ski slope. I can't even get real drugs here!
[holds up a bottle of whipped cream]
Share thisCharles De Mar: Suicide is never the answer, little trooper.
Share thisCharles De Mar: And dying when you're not really sick is really sick, you know. Really!
Share thisCharles De Mar: I've been going to this high school for seven and a half years. I'm no dummy. I know high school girls.
Share thisCharles De Mar: [giving skiing instructions] Go that way, really fast. If something gets in your way, turn.
Share thisMailman: What's a little boy like you doing with big boy smut like this?
Share this[Lane waves to two tree trimmers from the cargo hold of a garbage truck]
Tree Trimmer: [to fellow tree trimmer] Now that's a real shame when folks be throwin' away a perfectly good white boy like that.
Share thisLane Myer: Gee, I'm real sorry your mom blew up, Ricky.
Share thisLane Myer: [indicating to Mrs. Smith's accident] Gee, I'm really sorry your mom blew up, Ricky, guess she won't be able to eat any spicy foods for awhile.
Share thisCharles De Mar: The K-12 dude. You make a gnarly run like that and girls will get sterile just looking at you.
Share thisJohnny: I want my two dollars!
Share thisJenny Myer: [regarding the blob of food] It's got raisins in it... you like raisins.
Share thisLane Myer: She only speaks French, Roy. She doesn't speak imbecile.
Share thisLane Myer: Two brothers... One speaks no English, the other learned English from watching "The Wide World of Sports." So you tell me... Which is better, speaking no English at all, or speaking Howard Cosell?
Share thisCharles De Mar: Wait, wait a minute...
[starts to snort snow off his top hat]
Charles De Mar: [sniff] Oh.
[shouts]
Charles De Mar: Oh! Ugh! Outrageous!
[raises right hand]
Charles De Mar: [shouts] I think I just froze the left half of my brain!
[waves arm in circles]
Charles De Mar: [shouts] Look! I can't move my right arm!
Lane Myer: This isn't funny, Charles! If I don't have a dream, I have nothing!
Charles De Mar: Ah, come on! It's Christmas Eve! I could be home right now, drinking this *monster* eggnog my brother makes with lighter fluid.
Share thisLane Myer: [Indicates Monique] Her?
Mrs. Smith: Mm-hmm.
Lane Myer: [Indicates Ricky] And him?
Mrs. Smith: Mmmm-hm.
Lane Myer: That makes sense.
Share thisLane Myer: I have great fear of tools. I once made a birdhouse in woodshop and the fair housing committee condemned it. I can't.
Monique Junot: "I cannot do it" is your middle name.
Share thisMonique Junot: I think all you need is a small taste of success, and you will find it suits you.
Share thisCharles De Mar: Buck up little camper, we'll beat that slope together.
Share thisRoy Stalin: You'd make a fine little helper. What's your name?
Charles De Mar: Charles De Mar.
Roy Stalin: Shut up, geek.
Share thisMrs. Smith: [Imploring her son to fight with Lane] Ricky, do something to him!
Share thisLane Myer: [talking about skiing the K-12] Look Charles, I gotta do this. If I don't, I'll be nothing. I'll end up like my neighbor Ricky Smith. He just sits around crocheting all day and snorting nasal spray.
Charles De Mar: He snorts nasal spray? Know where I can score some?
Lane Myer: ARE YOU GONNA HELP ME OR NOT?
Share thisCharles De Mar: [about Lane] Man, you're the hottest thing since sunburns!
Share thisJenny Myer: Hello Lane. How was your day?
Lane Myer: Beth broke up with me.
Jenny Myer: Oh, heh, that's nice.
Share thisRoy Stalin: Alright, who wants to hold my clipboard?
[Beth raises her hand]
Roy Stalin: Well you'll make a fine little helper. What's your name?
Charles De Mar: [Thinking Roy has referenced him] Charles De Mar!
Roy Stalin: Shut up, geek.
[to Beth]
Roy Stalin: What's YOUR name?
Share thisYee Sook Ree: Truly a sight to behold. A man beaten. The once great champ, now, a study in moppishness. No longer the victory hungry stallion we've raced so many times before, but a pathetic, washed up, aged ex-champion.
Lane Myer: Alright let's go!
[Crashes]
Share thisLane Myer: Uh, hello?
Monique Junot: Ah, bonjour.
Lane Myer: Monique, hi.
Monique Junot: Comment allez-vous?
Lane Myer: No thanks, I already had breakfast.
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