E. G. DailyQuotes

Julie Richman: Yeah, but Tommy can be such a dork, ya know? Like he's got the bod, but his brains are bad news.

Suzi Brent: But he is bitchin'. You really are so lucky, Julie.

Julie Richman: I know, but we've been going together so long now. Like I'm beginning to think I'm a piece of furniture or something, like an old chair!

Loryn: Oh, bad news!

Julie Richman: [glancing at Brad] I definitely need something new.

Candy: What you lookin at?

Otis B. Driftwood: I'm lookin at you, mama.

Candy: Yeah, you see something you like?

Otis B. Driftwood: Maybe. I set my standards pretty low, so I'm never disappointed.

Candy: Oh I don't disappoint.

Pee-wee: Come on, Dottie. Let's go.

Dottie: Let's go? Don't you wanna see the rest of the movie?

Pee-wee: I don't have to see it, Dottie. I lived it.

Pee-wee: [extracts some evidence, starting with a photograph; exposes a second photograph; Amazing Larry is about to whisper to Mario; Larry reacts, then he extracts...; honks his horn at full blast, and the crowd reacts to it; then he extracts a pen] This box contains over 217 bits and pieces of information: Evidence. Exhibit A: A photograph of the victims: My bike and me. Exhibit B: Another photograph. What's missing from this picture? It's just me...WITHOUT MY BIKE! Is this something you can share with the rest of us, Amazing Larry?! Exhibit C: The horn I was picking up at Chuck's Bike-O-Rama, when my bike was actually stolen. Exhibit D: Jimmy, what is this?

Jimmy: [thinks] Uh...

Pee-wee: Too late! Chip?

Chip: Uh, looks like a pen.

Pee-wee: [several hours later; points to the scale model with the pointer] Exactly! I bought this pen one hour before my bike was stolen. Why?! What's the significance?! I DON'T KNOW! Exhibit Q: A scale-model of the entire mall! X marks the scene of the crime. These arrows here show the exact position of the sun at the hour of the crime. Jupiter was aligned with Pluto! The moon was in the seventh...

Chuck: Pee-wee!

Pee-wee: Please save your questions until I'm THROUGH, Chuck!

Chuck: Well, when will that be? A long time, we wait! We've been here for over three hours now, and I'm not sure if any of us can see what all this is supposed to mean.

Pee-wee: [snaps the pointer in half, causing Speck to cower under the laundry; most of the guests leave] Supposed to mean"? "Supposed to MEAN"?! I think everyone here knows what this is supposed to mean. When you've gone over something again and again and again and again, like I have. Certain questions get answered. Others spring up! The mind plays tricks on you. You play tricks back! It's like you're unraveling a big cable-knit sweater that someone keeps knitting and knitting... : ...and knitting and knitting and knitting and knitting and knitting and knitting and knitting!

Dottie: Pee-wee, let's go up and get some fresh air, alright?

Pee-wee: What for?

Dottie: Because it's hot in here.

Pee-wee: Hot? Who's hot? Feels just fine to me. I feel just PERFECT! In fact, I can't remember when I felt quite so COZY down here!

Dottie: Pee-wee, I think I can get Chuck to give you a good break on one of the bikes in the shop.

Pee-wee: I don't want some other crappy bike!

Dottie: Well, Pee-wee, listen, if you want my help...

Pee-wee: I DON'T want your help! I don't need the police and I DON'T NEED YOU! I DON'T NEED ANYBODY!

Dottie: I wanna know if you'll go someplace, with me.

Pee-wee: Like where?

Dottie: The drive-in.

Pee-wee: Look, Dottie, I like you. Like! I like you!

Dottie: That's the thing. I like you, too.

Pee-wee: [shouts; calm voice] Dottie! There's a lotta things about me you don't know anything about, Dottie. Things you wouldn't understand. Things you couldn't understand. Things you shouldn't understand.

Dottie: I don't understand.

Pee-wee: You don't wanna get mixed up with a guy like me. I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel.