Richard Cameron: Hey Neal, business as usual huh? I heard you got the new kid. He looks like a stiff! [laughs a little and when Todd the new kid appears he gets embarrassed] Richard Cameron: Oops!
Officer Olson: Hiya, Norm. How ya doin', Margie? How's the fricasse? Marge Gunderson: Pretty darn good, ya want some? Officer Olson: No, I gotta - hey, Norm, I thought you were goin' fishin' up at Mille Lacs? Norm Gunderson: Yah, after lunch.
Bob Rusk: Hey, Dick! What about Coming Up then? Richard Blaney: No, I'm afraid I haven't any time. Thanks all the same. Bob Rusk: No, Coming Up, the horse. He won by a mile. Twenty to one. What did I tell you?
Pam: So what's your name icy? Stuntman Mike: Stuntman Mike. Pam: Stuntman Mike's your name. Stuntman Mike: You ask anybody. Pam: Hey Warren, Who is this guy? Warren: Stuntman Mike. Pam: And who the hell is Stuntman Mike? Warren: He's a Stuntman.
Peter McCallister: Hey did you by any chance pick up a voltage adapter thing? Kate McCallister: No, I didn't have time to do that. Peter McCallister: Well how am I supposed to shave in France? Kate McCallister: Grow a goatee.
[Sergeant Angel has told Danny Butterman that Official Vocabulary no longer refers to car crashes as accidents: They are now called collisions] Danny Butterman: Hey, why can't we say "accident," again? Nicholas Angel: Because "accident" implies there...
Alan Garner: Hey, Phil, look. [laughs hysterically while miming the baby masturbating] Alan Garner: He's jackin' his little weenis. Phil Wenneck: [laughs a little] Pull yourself together, bro. Alan Garner: [stops the baby] Not at the table, Carlos.
Manfred: Okay, you. Check for poop. Sid: Hey, why am I the poop-checker? Manfred: Because returning the runt was your idea, because you're small and insignificant, and because I'll pummel you if you don't. Sid: ...Why else? Manfred: NOW, Sid!
Sid: [catching up to Manfred and Diego, he sits down on the top of a geyser] Hey, thanks for waiting. Diego, Manfred: Three, two, one... [the geyser erupts, and sends Sid shooting up into the sky] Manfred: Sure is faithful. [Sid lands with his head ...
Diego: Hello, ladies. Oscar: Hey, look who finally decided to show up. Soto: Diego. I was beginning to worry about you. Diego: No need to worry. In about two minutes you'll be satisfying your taste for revenge. Soto: Very nice.
Indiana Jones: Willie, Willie, Willie. What kind of a name is that? Is it short for something? Willie: Willie is my professional name, Indiana. Short Round: Hey, lady! You call him Dr. Jones! Indiana Jones: *My* professional name.
Indiana Jones: [groping desperately down Willie's dress] Where's the antidote? Willie: Oh, listen, I just met you! Oh, I'm not that kind of girl... Short Round: Hey, Dr. Jones, no time for love. We've got company.
George Bailey: [George walks up to Ernie, who is on the phone, with a newspaper] Hey, Ernie, look at that. [Newspaper headline reads "PRESIDENT DECORATES HARRY BAILEY"] Ernie Bishop: It's going to snow again. [Ernie goes back to phone conversation]
Perry: [Calling Harmony after escaping torture with Harry] Hey, Harmony, it's me. Harmony: Oh, God, how did you get away? Perry: I shot him with a small revolver I keep near my balls.
Ralphie: Hey Curly, what all happens in a hurricane? Curly: The wind blows so hard the ocean gets up on its hind legs and walks right across the land. Toots: And singin' this song: Rain rain, go away, little Ralphie wants to play.
Little Chris: Fuckin' hell John, do you always walk around with this in your pocket? Big Chris: Hey! You use language like that again son, you'll wish you hadn't!
Stan: Listen I'm only telling the truth. You have got a very big nose. Mr. Big Nose: Hey. Your nose is going to be three foot wide accross your face by the time I'm finished with you!
[Sarah is running away from the Fire Gang] Fiery 1: Hey, lady! It's against the rules to throwing other people's heads! Firey 2: Yo! You're only allowed to throw your own head! Firey 5: Yeah, that's right!
Malcolm Tucker: Fucking hung up, haven't you? You fucking hoity-toity fucking... Tourist: Hey, buddy? Enough with the curse words, all right? Malcolm Tucker: Kiss my sweaty balls, you fat fuck. [he runs into the distance]
Sulley: Boo! [Boo falls into the trash can] Sulley: No! CDA Agent: Hey you! [Sulley gasps] CDA Agent: Halt! He's the one! The one's from the commercial! Affirmative. That's him. Can we get an autograph? Sulley: [Relieved] Oh! Oh sure! No problem!
Chi Fu: Be careful, Captain. The General may be your father, but I am the Emperor's consul. Oh, and by the way, I got that job on my own. [Li Shang walks out of his tent and passes Mulan] Mulan: Hey. I'll hold him, and you punch!
