An Extremely Goofy Movie (2000 Video)
Bobby: [looking at his hands] Did you ever wonder why we are always like wearing gloves?
[Goofy has walked into Max's classroom in full 70s attire, and Max is shocked and horrified]
Max: [muttering] Oh no, oh no, oh...
Bobby: Hey Max, is my vision blurred, or doesn't that guy look like your dad?
Max: [grabbing and ringing at Bobby's shoulders] Kill me, just kill me now!
Chuck: [after Goofy's skateboard performance] Perfect 10's straight across the board! Except the German judge. 9 on that one.
Goofy: The world will be your clam.
Max: Oyster, Dad.
Goofy: No thanks. I'm saving room for wienies.
P.J.: It is endemic to our society that those of large stature are overlooked, except by vultures. They do not notice the depth of our feelings, the passion of our hearts, the beauty of our moments.
Beret Girl: Oh, buddha boy. How could anyone overlook
[takes his chin in her hand]
Beret Girl: such a bundle of yes-ness? Let's dance.
Goofy: [sadly] One day you're changing their diapers, the next they're leaving for college.
Pete: [cheerfully] Well, Goof, the way I see it; this is my last night of babysittin'!
Goofy: [as Bobby drives the van away] Goin' already? What about breakfast? You need your three squares a day!
Max: [hanging out of the window] Don't worry, Dad! We'll pick up some donuts on the way!
Max: Gentlemen, welcome to the first day of the rest of our lives!
Bobby: That's pretty deep. You get that line off a bumper sticker?
Goofy: Did you brush your teeth?
Goofy: Comb your hair?
Max: Yeah, Dad.
Goofy: Did you put on clean underwear?
Max: [angrily] DAD!
Tank: Help me! Anyone! 911, baby.
Max: Tank, talk to me!
Tank: Dog boy, am I glad to see you, sweetheart.
Goofy: I'm not gonna be at college to pick up after you.
[sadly, to his son]
Goofy: In fact, it's gonna be a long time before you see your old man again. What, maybe Christmas?
[puts his finger up to his eye, wiping away a tear]
Max: Ah, Dad, it'll go by fast.
Max: [chuckles, then mutters under his breath]
Max: Not TOO fast, I hope.
Beret Girl: Max, Max, Max. Admit defeat, and defeat will surely admit you into permanent custody, my man.
P.J.: [after hearing the name of a fraternity] Moo moo... Who wants to join a herd of cows?
P.J. Pete: Okay, stay back, man! I have a biscotti, and I'm not afraid to use it.
Pete: As long as you know that four quarters equals a simolean, you'll survive.
P.J.: Hey, dudes! Check out who's following us!
Max: Let's just make sure it stays that way.