Laura Bishop: Walt, where the hell are you?
Walt Bishop: Right here. Why are you cursing at me?
Laura Bishop: Does it concern you that your daughter's just run away from home?
Walt Bishop: That's a loaded question.
Laura Bishop: Come down and read this!
Sam: Why do you consider me your enemy?
Redford: Because your girlfriend stabbed me in the back with lefty scissors.
Sam: She's my wife now.
Sam: Thank you. But I'm saying before that, six weeks ago, from day one, why didn't you like me?
Redford: Why should I? Nobody else does.
Walt Bishop: Be advised, the two of you will never see each other again. Those were your last words. Do you understand?
Suzy: I'd be careful if I were you. One of these days, somebody's gonna get pushed too far. And who knows what they're capable of?
Walt Bishop: Is that a threat?
Suzy: It's a warning.
Lionel: You're a traitor to our family.
Suzy: Good! I want to be.
Social Services: [to Scout Master Ward and Captain Sharp] You two are the most appallingly incompetent custodial guardians Social Services has ever had the misfortune to encounter in a TWENTY-SEVEN year career!
Scout Master Ward: Jiminy cricket, he flew the coop!
Scout Master Ward: He left me a letter of resignation. Over.
Sam: [to Suzy] Are you de-pressed?
Walt Bishop: Holy Christ, what am I looking at here?
Laura Bishop: He does watercolors. Mostly landscapes but a few nudes.
Walt Bishop: Did she sit for this?
Walt Bishop: Our daughter's been abducted by one of these beige lunatics!
Sam: It's possible I may wet the bed by the way. Later, I mean.
Sam: I wish I didn't have to mention it but just in case. I don't want to make you be offended.
Suzy: Of course, I won't.
Walt Bishop: [during a storm] I hope the roof flies off and I get sucked up into space.
Lionel: Where's my record player?
Sam: [In the women's dressing room] What kind of bird are you?
Sparrow: [Starting to point to the other actresses] I'm a sparrow, she's a dove...
Sam: [Cutting her off] No. I said...
[Points to Suzy]
Sam: What kind of bird are YOU?
Suzy: I'm a raven.
Captain Sharp: It's been proven by history: all mankind makes mistakes.
Jed: Hang on, Social Services!
Suzy: We're in love. We just want to be together. What's wrong with that?
Sam: I made you some jewelry. Are your ears pierced?
Suzy: I think you've still got lightning in you.
Suzy: Molly's right. I do go berserk.
Suzy: These are my books. I like stories with magic powers in them. Either in kingdoms on Earth or on foreign planets. Usually I prefer a girl hero, but not always.
Sam: What happened to your hand?
Suzy: I got hit in the mirror.
Sam: Really? How did that happen?
Suzy: I lost my temper at myself.
Suzy: It doesn't make me feel very good. I found this on top of our refrigerator.
[Pulls out a book "Coping with the very troubled child"]
Sam: Does that mean you?
Suzy: I think so, yeah.
Sam: Why do you always use binoculars?
Suzy: It helps me see things closer. Even if they're not very far away. I pretend it's my magic power.
Sam: That sounds like poetry. Poems don't always have to rhyme, you know. They're just supposed to be creative.
Sam: I feel I'm in a real family now. Not like yours, but similar to one.
Suzy: I always wished I was an orphan. Most of my favorite characters are. I think your lives are more special.
Sam: I love you, but you don't know what you're talking about.
Suzy: I love you, too.
Laura Bishop: I'm sorry Walt.
Walt Bishop: It's not your fault... Which injuries are you apologizing for? Specifically.
Laura Bishop: Specifically? Whichever ones still hurt.
Walt Bishop: Half of those were self-inflicted... I hope the roof flies off, and I get sucked up into space. You'll be better off without me.
Laura Bishop: Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
Walt Bishop: Why?
Laura Bishop: We're all they've got, Walt.
Walt Bishop: That's not enough.
Scout Master Ward: Jiminy Cricket, he flew the coup.
Sam: Sometimes I stick leaves on my hair. It helps cool your head down.
Suzy: Hmm. That's a good idea. It might also help if you didn't wear a fur hat.
Sam: Watch out for turtles. They'll bite you if you put your fingers in their mouths.
Sam: [in letter] Dear Suzy, I accidentally built a fire while I was sleepwalking. I have no memory of this, but my foster parents think I am lying.
Mrs. Billingsley: [fighting doghouse conflagration with fire extinguisher]
Sam: Listen to some reason. I don't like you. You don't like me. So, why don't you just let us disappear?
Redford: Well, it's tempting, but we can't allow it.
Suzy: I know what you do with that sad, dumb policeman.
Laura Bishop: [long shocked stare] He's not dumb... But I guess he is kind of sad.
Sam: I admit we knew we'd get in trouble. That part's true. We knew people would be worried, and we still ran away, anyway. But something also happened, which we didn't do on purpose. When we first met each other, something happened to us.
Captain Sharp: That's very eloquent. I can't argue against anything you're saying. But then again, I don't have to, 'cause you're 12 years old. Look, let's face it, you're probably a much more intelligent person than I am. In fact, I guarantee it. But even smart kids stick they're finger in electrical sockets sometimes. It takes time to figure things out. It's been proven by history. All mankind makes mistakes. It's our job to try to protect you from making the dangerous ones, if we can. We want a slug?
[offering him beer]
Sam: [pours out his milk and holds his glass up to be filled]
Captain Sharp: What's your rush? You've got your whole life in front of yourself. Ahead of you, I mean.
Sam: Maybe so. Anyway, you're a bachelor.
Captain Sharp: So are you.
Sam: That's true. Did you love someone ever?
Captain Sharp: Yes, I did.
Sam: What happened?
Captain Sharp: She didn't love me back.
Captain Sharp: I'm sorry for your loss. Anyway, that's what you're supposed to say.
[pours him some more beer]
Cousin Ben: [walking briskly] Is this him?
Sam: Field Mate Sam Shakusky, Troop 55, resigned.
Cousin Ben: [dramatically] He's hot. Almost too hot. What's in the can?
Redford: $76, but it's mostly in nickels.
Cousin Ben: Give it to me.
Cousin Ben: Your badge in seamanship?
Sam: Yes, sir.
Cousin Ben: Good. There's a cold water crabber moored off Broken Rock. The skipper owes me an IOU. We'll see if he can take you on as a claw cracker. It won't be an easy life, but it's better than shock therapy.
Sam: Thank you, sir. By the way, where's the chapel tent?
Cousin Ben: Back there, but the padre's home with the mumps. Why do you ask?
Sam: I want to bring my wife.
Cousin Ben: [stopping abruptly]
Suzy: But we're not married yet.
Cousin Ben: You his girl?
Cousin Ben: Technically, I'm a civil law scrivener. I'm authorized to declare births, deaths, and marriages. You're kind of young. You got a license?
Cousin Ben: I can't offer you a legally binding union. It won't hold up in the state, the county, or frankly, any courtroom in the world, due to your age, lack of a license, and failure to get parental consent. But the ritual does carry a very important moral weight within yourselves. You can't enter into the contract lightly. Look into my eyes. Do you love each other?
Suzy: Yes, we do.
Cousin Ben: Think about what I'm saying. Are you sure you're ready for this?
Suzy: Yes, we are.
Cousin Ben: [to nobody in particular] They're not listening to me. Let me rephrase it.
Suzy: We're in a hurry.
Cousin Ben: Are you chewing gum? Spit out the gum, sister. In fact, everybody.
[collecting up spit out gum]
Cousin Ben: I don't like the snappy attitude. This is the most important decision you've made in your lives. Now go over by the trampoline and talk it through before you give me another quick answer...
Sam: On this spot I'll fight no more forever.
Sam: [to on coming horde] Come and get me, you bastards!
[lighting strikes him]
Sam: [with everyone look on, sits up and blows off his glasses] I'm okay.
Sam: Follow me.
Sam: [in a whisper after jumping out of Suzy's window] See you tomorrow.
Laura Bishop: Poor Suzy. Why is everything so hard for you?
Suzy: We're in love. We just want to be together. What's wrong with that?
Walt Bishop: How can we help her? She's got so many problems. It's getting worse.
Suzy: You can touch my chest. I, uh... I think they're gonna grow more.