Peggy Sue Got Married (1986)
Peggy Sue: Then you think time travel is possible for people?
Richard Norvik: Yes. It's absolutely possible for people, for dogs, for cancan girls.
Peggy Sue: Oh, then I'm not crazy.
Richard Norvik: Well, I really don't know if you're crazy. I know most people think I am.
Michael Fitzsimmons: So are you going to marry Mr. Blue Impala and graze around with all the other sheep for the rest of your life?
Peggy Sue: No... I already did that.
Evelyn Kelcher: Peggy, I don't mean to be intrusive, but are you having problems with Charlie?
Peggy Sue: A lot of things are confusing right now, Charlie is just one of them.
Evelyn Kelcher: Is Charlie pressuring you into doing things you don't think you should be doing?
Peggy Sue: What do you mean?
Evelyn Kelcher: Peggy, you know what a penis is? Stay away from it!
Evelyn Kelcher: What's the matter, have you and Charlie had a fight?
Peggy Sue: Yes.
Evelyn Kelcher: What about?
Peggy Sue: House payments.
[Peggy Sue purposely squirts ink across Delores' blouse]
Delores Dodge: AHHHHH!
Peggy Sue: Oh I'm so sorry!
Delores Dodge: YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!
Peggy Sue: These pens are so tricky...
Delores Dodge: Go stuff your bra!
Peggy Sue: I beg your pardon?
Delores Dodge: Take a long walk off a short pier!
Peggy Sue: [amused] Have a nice day!
Peggy Sue: I know lots of things that are gonna happen. There's gonna be testtube babies and heart tranplants. An American named Neil Armstrong is going to be the first man to walk on the moon, July 20, 1969.
Richard Norvik: 1969? That's six years ahead of schedule.
Michael Fitzsimmons: But we had heat, baby. Passion! Fire! We owe it to ourselves to fuse together, at least one more time.
Peggy Sue: Oh, that's a good line. You are gonna be a terrific writer.
Michael Fitzsimmons: You thinks so?
Peggy Sue: Yeah.
Michael Fitzsimmons: I'm going to check out of this bourgeois motel, push myself from the dinner table and say, "No more Jell-o for me, mom!"
Michael Fitzsimmons: Gilfond's okay, except that he thinks Hemingway is great literature.
Peggy Sue: And you don't?
Michael Fitzsimmons: He's a fisherman. The most overrated writer of the century. I mean, man he is the perfect American Author - fat, violent, drunk.
Peggy Sue: Maybe you're confusing his life with his work.
Michael Fitzsimmons: A writer's life is his work. Jack Kerouac doesn't have to kill a bull to have something to write about. I mean, man, he's out there burning, feeling, grooving on life.
Peggy Sue: I am a grown woman with a life time of experience that you can't understand.
Charlie Bodell: Yeah, girls mature faster than guys.
Richard Norvik: I would be very careful about this if I were you. What if you fall into the hands of some madman with plans to manipulate your brain?
Peggy Sue: Well, that's why I was getting a divorce!
[Peggy Sue hands in her algebra test]
Mr. Snelgrove: And what's the meaning of this, Peggy Sue?
Peggy Sue: Well, Mr Snelgrove, I happen to know that in the future I will not have the slightest use for algebra, and I speak from experience.
Richard Norvik: I have this theory that time is like a burrito. A burrito is this mexican food that I had when my parents took me to Disneyland.
Peggy Sue: I *KNOW* what a *BURRITO* is
Peggy Sue: Charlie, it's like there's this window into my heart and you can open and crawl in whenever you want. Well, I've got to close it or nothing is ever going to change.
[present-day Charlie has just begged for another chance with Peggy]
Peggy Sue: Charlie, I'd like to invite you over to your house this Sunday for dinner... with your kids.
[Charlie hesitates, unbelieving]
Peggy Sue: I'll make a strudel.
Peggy Sue: We got married too young and ended up blaming each other for all the things we missed.
Carol Heath: So, he started having affairs and you started getting depressed.
Peggy Sue: It's funny. It's really funny. You bought an Edsel.
Jack Kelcher: Young lady, what's the matter with you? Are you drunk?
Peggy Sue: Uh, just a little. I had a tough day.
Delores Dodge: [describing Richard Norvik] From snivelling runt to pompous ass in 25 years. Quite an accomplishment.
Peggy Sue: We had one glorious night together, someday you'll remember and write about it.
Michael Fitzsimmons: Yeah, I can dig that. Bittersweet perfection. Dogs of lust on leashes of memory.
Peggy Sue: Grandpa, if you had a chance to go back and do it all differently, what would you have changed?
Barney Alvorg: [adjusting himself in front of the mirror] Well, I would have taken better care of my teeth.
[Peggy Sue is drunk]
Peggy Sue: I'm an adult. I want to have fun. I want to go to Liverpool and discover the Beatles.
Charlie Bodell: Well, what's the point of being a teenager if you can't dress weird?
Peggy Sue: I think I had a heart attack and died at the reunion!
Richard Norvik: Well, you look great for a corpse.
Walter Getz: The best thing about being a dentist. Pure pharmaceutical grade. Couple of lines of this, I could drill my own teeth.
Peggy Sue: Why don't you shut up and show some compassion? If you weren't so neurotic and insecure you'd see that Richard is a really great guy.
Delores Dodge: Are you for real?
Maddy Nagle: That Michael Fitzsimmons just doesn't look like the barbeque type!