[first lines] Phil: Somebody asked me today, "Phil, if you could be anywhere in the world, where would you like to be?" And I said to him, "Prob'ly right here - Elko, Nevada, our nation's high at 79 today." Out in California, they're gonna have some ...
[last lines] Phil: It's so beautiful!... Let's live here. [he kisses Rita] Phil: We'll rent, to start.
Rita: Three hundred and thirty-nine dollars and eighty-eight cents!
Rita: Don't you worry about cholesterol? Phil: I don't worry about anything.
Phil: Well maybe the *real* God uses tricks, you know? Maybe he's not omnipotent. He's just been around so long he knows everything.
Phil: [to Rita] I'm reliving the same day over and over.
Phil: Uh, Mrs. Lancaster, uh, was anybody looking for me here this morning? Perhaps a state official? Maybe a blue hat, gun, nightstick? Mrs. Lancaster: Oh, no, no one like that. Will there be? Phil: Apparently not.
Phil: [holds up his drink for the bartender] Could I have one more of these with some booze in it please?
Elderly Lady whose flat tire Phil fixed: He's the fastest jack in Jefferson County!
Rita: Where were you? Phil: [referring to Ned] It was awful. A giant leech got me.
Phil: Well, it's Groundhog Day... again... and that must mean that we're up here at Gobbler's Knob waiting for the forecast from the world's most famous groundhog weatherman, Punxsutawney Phil, who's just about to tell us how much more winter we can ...
[Phil Connors drives (because Ralph and Gus are drunk) right through a mailbox] Gus: Hey Phil, if we wanted to hit mailboxes we could let Ralph drive.
Phil: People like blood sausage too, people are morons.
[upon seeing its Groundhog Day again] Phil: What the hell?
Phil: [Upon waking up and realizing his attempt to kill himself failed] Ah, nuts.
Phil: [driving a car on the train tracks] We could do whatever we want.
Rita: [to Phil] What are you looking for Phil? A date for the weekend?
Phil: Morons, your bus is leaving.
