Big Top Pee-wee (1988)
Vance: So how was lunch?
Pee-wee: Fine, let's go get something to eat.
Vance: We do not want to end up with a low potassium level.
Pee-wee: Duh, Vance! You'd think I never went to agricultural junior college!
Pee-wee: Good morning, Vance!
Vance: Morning, Pee Wee.
Pee-wee: Hah! Beautiful day, huh? Mm-mm!
Vance: Mm... It's okay.
Pee-wee: [singing] Mm mm mm mm... Ah! Doo doo... Doo-doo. Mm mm mm, mm... Mm. Mm-mm-mm... Mm mm-mm-mm... La-la la-la... Ah! Pkhh!
Vance: My, we are certainly in a good mood this morning.
Pee-wee: That, my dear Vance, is the understatement of the year. Everything seems completely different to me today. The air smells so fresh. The sky seems a brand-new shade of blue. I don't think I've ever noticed the beauty of this leaf. And Vance! Have you always been so handsome?
Vance: What the...
Pee-wee: [shouts impatiently] All I wanted was a measly sandwich! I very nicely explained that I was starving. I'm starving! PLEASE!
Mr. Ryan: [defeatedly] Sorry, ladies. I guess you'll just have to wait. You remember, no one is as important in this community as Pee-wee Herman. All you other shoppers will just have to play second fiddle to Pee-wee. I guess that's just the way things are around here. My whole purpose in life is to serve Pee-wee Herman. And everything else comes second!
[finishes Pee-wee's sandwich]
Mr. Ryan: There's your sandwich. Is there anything else I can do for you, Pee-wee?
Pee-wee: Well, I would like a pickle if it's not too much trouble.
Mr. Ryan: No! No trouble at all, Pee-wee. Sorry, Otis. Sorry, Deke.
[opens a barrel, knocking over Otis and Deke's chess board; extracts a pickle and hands it to Pee-wee]
Mr. Ryan: Game's over. Pee-wee Herman wants a pickle. Here. Here's your darned pickle. Are you happy now?
Mr. Ryan: [Sees Pee-wee reading a magazine in his store] I hope your planning to buy that magazine, Pee-wee. This ain't no Library.
Pee-wee: I call it... the hot dog tree, because... it's a hot dog tree.
Winnie: [witnessing Pee-Wee and Gina sharing a long kiss] Pee-Wee!
Gina Piccolapupula: Who is that?
Pee-wee: Her? Oh, she's my fiancée.
[Gina slaps Pee-Wee and takes off]
Paolo Piccolapupula: I'm Paolo.
Giancarlo Piccolapupula: I'm Giancarlo.
Dino Piccolapupula: I'm Dino.
Antonio Piccolapupula: I'm Antonio.
Woman in Crowd: It's Abraham Lincoln! May I have your autograph, Mr. Lincoln? I'm a big fan.
Pee-wee: [children are staring at them] Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer!
School children: [whip out cameras, flashbulbs go off]
Pee-wee: Ahh! Paparazzi!
Andy: You okay, Boss?
Mace Montana: Well, my chin's banged up pretty bad... I think my ribs are broke... an' it feels like I punctured a major organ, Andy... but I'm circus.
Gina Piccolapupula: Snowball's a clown mace. Clowns aren't funny.