Michael: [imitating Elliot] I found him, he belongs to me!
Michael: We're all going to die and they're never going to give me my license!
[Mary hits E.T. with the refrigerator door] Gertie: Here he is. Mary: [absently] Here's who? Gertie: The man from the moon. But I think you've killed him already.
E.T.: [touching heart, about to leave] Ouuuuch!
[first lines] Steve: [reading dice] Five. Michael: Oh, great. Steve: So you got an arrow right in your chest.
[having Elliot order the pizza so he can get in the game] Greg: And plenty of sausages and pepperonis! Tyler: Everything but the little fishies.
[watching Elliot's house under quarantine after E.T.'s death] Steve: Something's happening. Greg: [sarcastically] Ooh, they're gonna die. Tyler: Shut up, Greg. Steve: Something is definitely happening.
Mary: It's your turn to do the dishes, fellas. Michael: I set and cleared. Elliot: [in a stern tone] I set and cleared. Michael: [quickly] I did breakfast. Gertie: [solemnly] I did breakfast. Michael: [noticing how upset Mary is] What's the matter, m...
Elliot: But, look, you can't tell. Not even Mom. Gertie: Why not? Elliot: Because, uh, grown-ups can't see him. Only little kids can see him. Gertie: Give me a break! Elliot: [Transylvanian accent] Well, do you know what's going to happen if you do t...
Michael: I've never driven foward before!
Gertie: I don't like his feet. Elliot: They're only feet, you little twerp.
Elliot: [upon encountering E.T., running excitedly into the house] Mom, Mom! There's something out there! Mary: What? Elliot: It's in the toolshed. It threw the ball at me. [Michael and his friends mock him loudly] Elliot: QUIET! [Michael's friends g...
Gertie: What are you going as for Halloween? Elliot: [Elliot is upset because nobody believes him] I'm not going to stupid Halloween. Michael: [to Elliot] Why don't you go as a goblin? Elliot: [flatly] Shut up.
Michael: [walks in Elliot's room and sees E.T. in a dress; he chuckles] What's all this shit? E.T.: E.T. phone home. Michael: [astonished] My God, he's talking now. E.T.: Home. Elliot: E.T. phone home? E.T.: [points to window] E.T. phone home. Elliot...
Tyler: We made it! Oh shit!
E.T.: [steps on a bathroom scale, it reads 35 lbs] Elliot: 35 pounds? You're fat!
