The Rugrats Movie (1998)
Jack Riley: Stu Pickles
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Quotes
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Rex Pester : Mr. Pickles, how does it feel knowing your brother lost your only daughter?
Drew Pickles : [shocked; turns to Stu] He what?
Rex Pester : Share your pain.
[Drew, completely red in the face and gritting his teeth, leaps at Stu screaming; Stu's horrified face is reflected in Drew's glasses; Drew tackles him to the ground and bends his left arm backwards]
Stu Pickles : You're breaking my arm!
Drew Pickles : Only 'cause I can't reach your neck! You moronic idiot!
Rex Pester : [as the adults seperate Stu and Drew] And there you have it: Two sour Pickles and...
[sadly; deliberately mispronounces the babies' names as he shows the photos]
Rex Pester : ... young Tammy, baby Dale, the twins Bill and Jill, little Chunky, and poor Amelia, all vanished without a trace.
[happily; throws the photos away]
Rex Pester : I'm Rex Pester, and I'll be back with more Big Action news!
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[Stu is working on his latest invention to enter in a contest]
Drew Pickles : What is it this time, huh? An electric *sponge*?
Stu Pickles : Of course not! That was last year.
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Charlotte Pickles : [pats Didi's belly with her phone] How's our little man?
Didi Pickles : [rubs her belly] I told you, Charlotte, Dr. Lipschitz says it's a girl.
Betty DeVille : Ha! That windbag thought Phil and Lil were intestinal gas!
Miriam Pickles : Face it, Dolly. Ridin' high it's a guy!
Charlotte Pickles : Well, you know what they say: "Born under Venus, look for a--"
[her phone rings]
Charlotte Pickles : Hello?
[walks away]
Didi Pickles : Now, now, Dr. Lipschitz is the expert. I don't see any of *you* with a PhD in Latin.
Betty DeVille : Yeah. *Pig* Latin, maybe. Well, let's just hope for Tommy's sake it's a girl. I'd hate to think how much my pups would be squabbling if *they* were both boys.
Didi Pickles : Ah, ah, ah! Let's not do any gender stereotyping. After all, Stu and Drew are brothers, and *they* get along just fine.
[cut to the basement]
Stu Pickles : Pushy!
Drew Pickles : Lazy!
Stu Pickles : Bossy!
Drew Pickles : Inconsiderate!
Stu Pickles : Nosey!
Drew Pickles : Good-for-nothin'!
Stu Pickles : Busybody!
Stu Pickles , Drew Pickles : Why can't you listen to me?
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Stu Pickles : OK, maybe real fire isn't the best idea for a children's toy.
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[Tommy and Dil are fighting over Tommy's teddy bear]
Stu Pickles : Tommy? Dil? Boys, what are you doing?
[Chuckie groans]
Stu Pickles : Dil, what's say we give Tommy a little turn with the bear, huh?
[takes the bear from Dil; Dil cries]
Stu Pickles : Or not.
[gives the bear back to Dil; Tommy cries]
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Rex Pester : A truckload of babies and a pet horse lost in the woods. Our hearts go out to their grief-stricken parents.
Stu Pickles : Agh, look out!
Rex Pester : Mr. Pickles, now look what you've done? Are you out of your mind? Get off!
Stu Pickles : WHOA!
Rex Pester : And I never won an Emmy!
[the helicopter crashes]
Stu Pickles : Oops.
[drops the equipment]
Stu Pickles : I'm coming, Tommy. I'm coming, Dil.
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Stu Pickles : I'll be famous!
Drew Pickles : Yeah, yeah, yeah. That's what you said when you built *that* stupid thing.
[points to Dactar]
Stu Pickles : Maybe Dactar was a bit complex, but this... this, watch.
[turns on a tape recorder and grabs a microphone]
Stu Pickles : I am Reptar, hear me roar!
Reptar Wagon : I am Reptar, here me roar!
[the nostrils blow out flames]
Lou Pickles : Con flab it! Can't a man work in his own basement without getting barbecued?
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Stu Pickles : You've got responsibility now. I can trust that you'll stick by Dil's side, and be a swell big brother.
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Stu Pickles : [walks out of the basement whilst talking on the phone] Deed, just go to the spa and relax. Pop and I are doing fine taking care of the, uh--
[notices the crate is gone; lowers the phone]
Stu Pickles : Pop, wh-where's the crate?
Lou Pickles : [wakes up in his rocking chair and reads the receipt] Oh, I-I guess the delivery folks must've come.
Stu Pickles : Wow! They loaded her up and everything, huh?
Didi Pickles : [over the phone] Stu! Let me talk to Tommy.
Stu Pickles : Sure, I'll let you talk to Tommy. Uh--
[notices Tommy's not there; holds the phone against his chest]
Stu Pickles : Pop, uh...
[looks around frantically]
Stu Pickles : Where are the kids?
Lou Pickles : [stands up and shrugs] That's funny. They were here a minute ago, playin' in the, uh...
[they turn to see the front door wide open]
Stu Pickles , Lou Pickles : The crate!
Stu Pickles : [picks up the phone] Ah, honey! I'm gonna have to call you back.
[hangs up and shoots his father an angry look]
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[Dil keeps crying in four in the morning]
Stu Pickles : [exhausted] Oh, for the love of Pete. What do you want from us? What? What?
[Stu lays on the floor with Dil. An American flag is waving on the TV]
Didi Pickles : [looks in the Lipschitz book] Oh, there must be something in here we missed. Somewhere, somehow, something!
Stu Pickles : There must be. Let me see here!
[grabs the book from Didi and looks inside]
Stu Pickles : "Cats, colic, Creole baby food..." Oh yeah, here it is. "Crying. Although a baby's crying signifies a disruption in the infant-parent matrix, the good-enough parent pacifies the infant during this period of primary narcissism, foregoing their own needs, sublim-, sublimating, sublimating all their own needs too."
[Stu and Didi begin to fall asleep]
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Stu Pickles : I'm sorry about all this, Drew.
Drew Pickles : It's all right, little brother. For a nincompoop, you're not half bad.
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Stu Pickles : [looks in a closet] Tommy!
Lou Pickles : [looks under a sofa with a torch] Sprouts?
Stu Pickles : [opens the basement door] Dil!
Lou Pickles : [opens a cookie jar] Angelica?
Stu Pickles : [opens the cupboard under the kitchen sink] Where can they be? We gotta find them!
Didi Pickles : [walking into the kitchen carrying grocery bags] Find what?
[Stu gasps, bangs his head on a pipe and stands up with a nervous smile]
Lou Pickles : Einstein here lost the kids!
Stu Pickles : *I* lost the kids?
Lou Pickles : See?
[Didi gasps and drops the bags; groceries spill all over the floor]
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Angelica Pickles : Hi, Uncle Stu. Sorry to hear your pony was slow.
Stu Pickles : We don't *have* a pony, Angelica.
Angelica Pickles : [to Drew] Then how come you told Mommy Aunt Didi got saddled with a loser?
[Drew gasps]
Stu Pickles : [wheels around on Drew] "Loser"?
Drew Pickles : [nervously] He... He... I...
Stu Pickles : [hears Tommy and Dil crying] Excuse me, bro, my "tax deductions" are crying!
[slams door]
Drew Pickles : [reopens door] YA CAN'T DEDUCT 'EM IF YOU DON'T HAVE ANY INCOME!
[slams door, but it reopens a tad]
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[Stu's car speeds along the road]
Stu Pickles : [angrily to Lou] How could you fall asleep when you were supposed to be watching the kids?
[Lou is fast asleep in the passenger seat]