Mrs. Doubtfire (1993)
Pierce Brosnan: Stu
Mrs. Doubtfire : Sink the sub. Hide the weasel. Park the porpoise. A bit of the old Humpty Dumpty, Little Jack Horny, the Horizontal Mambo, hmm? The Bone Dancer, Rumpleforeskin, Baloney Bop, a bit of the old Cunning Linguistics?
Stu : Mrs. Doubtfire, please.
Mrs. Doubtfire : Oh I'm sorry, am I being a little graphic? I'm sorry. Well, I hope you're up for a little competition. She's got a power tool in the bedroom, dear. It's her own personal jackhammer. She could break sidewalk with that thing. She uses it and the lights dim, it's like a prison movie. Amazed she hasn't chipped her teeth.
Stu : [about Daniel] What can I say, Ron? The guy's a loser. See ya.
Mrs. Doubtfire : Loser? Oh, yeah.
[Takes a lime and throws it at Stu's head. Stu looks back, angry]
Mrs. Doubtfire : Oh, sir. I saw it! Some angry member of the kitchen staff, Did you not tip them? Oh, the terrorists! They ran that way. It was a run-by fruiting. I'll get them, sir. Don't worry.
Mrs. Doubtfire : Can you help me with something, I found this outside.
[holds up Mercedes hood ornament]
Stu : Uh, yes, this is off my, uh, Mercedes.
Mrs. Doubtfire : Off your Mercedes, dear, you own that big expensive car out there? Oh, dear. Well, they say a man who has to buy a big car like that is trying to compensate for smaller genitals.
Stu : People change, Ron. I'm pushing 40. I don't want to spend the rest of my life by myself.
Ron : She's got an awful lot of baggage, though. Three kids?
Stu : Three terrific kids, and I'm crazy about them, especially that little Natalie. Look at her. She's a sweetie pie. God knows they need some kind of stable father figure in their life right now.
Ron : What about their real father?
Stu : What can I say, Ron? The guy's a loser.
Stu : [asking the family if they'd like to go in the pool] How about you, Mrs. Doubtfire?
Mrs. Doubtfire : Oh, you wicked, wicked man! Isn't there enough flesh here to feast your eyes on?
Stu : Oh, come now, Mrs. Doubtfire, don't be bashful.
Mrs. Doubtfire : Oh, no, dear. I think they've outlawed whaling.