Quotes

Ned: Phil? Hey, Phil? Phil! Phil Connors? Phil Connors, I thought that was you!

Phil: Hi, how you doing? Thanks for watching.

[Starts to walk away]

Ned: Hey, hey! Now, don't you tell me you don't remember me because I sure as heckfire remember you.

Phil: Not a chance.

Ned: Ned... Ryerson. "Needlenose Ned"? "Ned the Head"? C'mon, buddy. Case Western High. Ned Ryerson: I did the whistling belly-button trick at the high school talent show? Bing! Ned Ryerson: got the shingles real bad senior year, almost didn't graduate? Bing, again. Ned Ryerson: I dated your sister Mary Pat a couple times until you told me not to anymore? Well?

Phil: Ned Ryerson?

Ned: Bing!

Phil: Bing.

Phil: You wanna throw up here, or you wanna throw up in the car?

Ralph: I think... both.

Phil: I'm a god.

Rita: You're God?

Phil: I'm a god. I'm not *the* God... I don't think.

Phil: Well, what if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today.

Elderly Lady whose flat tire Phil fixed: He's the fastest jack in Jefferson County!

Phil Connors: Excuse me, where is everybody going?

Fan on Street: To Gobbler's Knob. It's Groundhog Day.

Phil Connors: It's still just once a year, isn't it?

Phil: I am not making it up. I am asking you for help.

Rita: Okay, what do you want me to do?

Phil: I don't know. You're a producer. Come up with something.

Rita: Are you drunk or something?

Phil: Drunk is more fun.

Rita: [Phil has described several people in the diner] What about me, Phil? Do you know me too?

Phil: I know all about you. You like producing, but you hope for more than Channel 9 Pittsburgh.

Rita: Well, everyone knows that!

Phil: You like boats, but not the ocean. You go to a lake in the summer with your family up in the mountains. There's a long wooden dock and a boathouse with boards missing from the roof, and a place you used to crawl underneath to be alone. You're a sucker for French poetry and rhinestones. You're very generous. You're kind to strangers and children, and when you stand in the snow you look like an angel.

Rita: [in wonder] How are you doing this?

Phil: I told you. I wake up every day, right here, right in Punxsutawney, and it's always February 2nd, and there's nothing I can do about it.

Rita: You're not a god. You can take my word for it; this is twelve years of Catholic school talking.

Larry: [about Phil] He's out of his gourd.

Phil: I was in the Virgin Islands once. I met a girl. We ate lobster, drank piña coladas. At sunset, we made love like sea otters.

[Ralph and Gus snort]

Phil: *That* was a pretty good day. Why couldn't I get *that* day over, and over, and over...

Phil: I don't suppose there's any chance of a espresso or cappuccino?

Mrs. Lancaster: [confused look] Oh, I don't know...

Phil: [turns away, to self] ... how to /spell/ espresso or cappuccino.

Rita: I like to see a man of advancing years throwing caution to the wind. It's inspiring in a way.

Phil: My years are not advancing as fast as you might think.

Phil: Do you know what today is?

Rita: No, what?

Phil: Today is tomorrow. It happened.

Mrs. Lancaster: Did you sleep well, Mr. Connors?

Phil: I slept alone, Mrs. Lancaster.

Phil: Do you ever have déjà vu, Mrs. Lancaster?

Mrs. Lancaster: I don't think so, but I could check with the kitchen.

Phil: Can I have another one of these with some booze in it?

Phil: Well, it's Groundhog Day... again... and that must mean that we're up here at Gobbler's Knob waiting for the forecast from the world's most famous groundhog weatherman, Punxsutawney Phil, who's just about to tell us how much more winter we can expect.

Phil: What would you do if you were stuck in one place and every day was exactly the same, and nothing that you did mattered?

Ralph: That about sums it up for me.

Phil: It's the same thing your whole life: "Clean up your room. Stand up straight. Pick up your feet. Take it like a man. Be nice to your sister. Don't mix beer and wine, ever." Oh yeah: "Don't drive on the railroad track."

Gus: Well, Phil, that's one I happen to agree with.

Phil: There is no way that this winter is *ever* going to end as long as this groundhog keeps seeing his shadow. I don't see any other way out. He's got to be stopped. And I have to stop him.

Rita: Do you every have déjà vu?

Phil: Didn't you just ask me that?

Rita: What did you do today?

Phil: Oh, same-old same-old.

Phil: Come on, *all* the long distance lines are down? What about the satellite? Is it snowing in space? Don't you have some kind of a line that you keep open for emergencies or for celebrities? I'm both. I'm a celebrity in an emergency.

Phil: Ned, I would love to stay here and talk with you... but I'm not going to.

Gus: Phil? Like the groundhog Phil?

Phil: Yeah, like the groundhog Phil.

Gus: Look out for your shadow there, buddy.

Phil: Morons, your bus is leaving.

[sitting outside the local bank]

Phil: A gust of wind.

[a gust of wind blows]

Phil: A dog barks.

[a dog barks in the distance]

Phil: Cue the truck.

[an armored truck drives up]

Phil: Exit Herman; walk out into the bank.

[Herman gets out of the armored truck and walks into the bank]

Phil: Exit Felix, and stand there with a not-so-bright look on your face.

[Felix gets out of truck and stands there]

Phil: All right, Doris, come on. Hey, fix your bra, honey... That's better.

[Doris walks up fixing her outfit]

Phil: [impersonating Doris] Felix.

[Doris says, "Felix"]

Phil: [impersonating Felix] How ya doin' Doris?

[Felix asks Doris a question]

Phil: [impersonating Doris] Can I have a roll of quarters?

[Doris asks Felix for a roll of quarters]

Phil: [Phil stands up and begins to walk towards the armored car, counting to himself]

Phil: 10, 9, 8, car...

[a car drives in front of Phil]

Phil: ...6, 5, quarters...

[roll of quarters breaks open, hitting the ground]

Phil: ...3, 2...

[Phil reaches over Felix and takes a bag of money out of the back of the armored truck]

Herman: Felix, did I bring out two bags or one?

Felix: I dunno.

[scratches his head]

Phil: This is one time where television really fails to capture the true excitement of a large squirrel predicting the weather.

[first lines]

Phil: Somebody asked me today, "Phil, if you could be anywhere in the world, where would you like to be?" And I said to him, "Prob'ly right here - Elko, Nevada, our nation's high at 79 today." Out in California, they're gonna have some warm weather tomorrow, gang wars, and some *very* overpriced real estate. Up in the Pacific Northwest, as you can see, they're gonna have some very, very tall trees.

Phil: [Holding Phil the Groundhog behind the wheel] Don't drive angry. Don't drive angry!

Phil: Something is... different.

Rita: Good or bad?

Phil: Anything different is good.

Phil: I don't deserve someone like you. But If I ever could, I swear I would love you for the rest of my life.

[upon seeing its Groundhog Day again]

Phil: What the hell?

Phil: Hey commander, what's going on?

State Trooper: There's nothing going on. We're closing the road. Big blizzard moving in.

Phil: What blizzard? It's a couple of flakes.

State Trooper: Don't you listen to the weather? We got a major storm here.

Phil: I make the weather! All of this moisture coming up out of the Gulf is gonna push off to the east and hit Altoona.

State Trooper: Pal, you got that moisture on your head. Now you can go back to Punxsutawney, or you can go ahead and freeze to death. It's your choice. So what's it gonna be?

Phil: [pauses] I'm thinking...

Phil: I think people place too much emphasis on their careers. I wish we could all live in the mountains at high altitude. That's where I see myself in five years. How about you?

Rita: Oh, I agree. I just like to go with the flow. See where it leads me.

Phil: Well, it's led you here.

Rita: Mm hmm. Of course it's about a million miles from where I started out in college.

Phil: You weren't in broadcasting or journalism?

Rita: Uh unh. Believe it or not, I studied 19th-century French poetry.

Phil: [laughs] What a waste of time! I mean, for someone else that would be an incredible waste of time. It's so bold of you to choose that. It's incredible; you must have been a very very strong person.

Mrs. Lancaster: [on the second day] Will you be checking out today, Mr. Connors?

Phil: [hesitantly] Change of departure today:... Eighty percent?... seventy-five/eighty?

Phil: [Upon waking up and realizing his attempt to kill himself failed] Ah, nuts.

Ned: Do you have life insurance, Phil? Because if you do, you could always use a little more, right? I mean, who couldn't? But you wanna know something? I got the feeling...

[whistles]

Ned: ... you ain't got any. Am I right or am I right? Or am I right? Am I right?

Phil: [to Rita] I'm reliving the same day over and over.

Rita: [to Phil] What are you looking for Phil? A date for the weekend?

Rita: What should we drink to?

Phil: I'd like to say a prayer and drink to world peace.

Rita: Believe it or not, I studied nineteenth-century French poetry.

Phil: La fille que j'aimera Sera comme bon vin Qui se bonifiera Un peux chaques matin

Rita: You speak French?

Phil: Oui.

[repeated line]

Larry: Prima Donnas.

Phil: Why are you here?

Rita: You said stay so I stayed.

Phil: I can't even make a collie stay.

Phil: Ned Ryerson?

Ned: BING!