Elaine HendrixQuotes

G2: Inspector, I just wanted to say I may have been a bit premature in my eariler evauluation of your abilities.

Inspector Gadget: Well, that's very bit of you, G2.

G2: I was wrong to think of you as inept, clumsy, imbecilic...

Inspector Gadget: Don't mention it.

G2: Obsolete, simple-minded, malfunctioning...

Inspector Gadget: Yes, yes, I get the picture.

G2: Anyway, I look forward to more teamwork in the future.

Penny: [Gadget falls onto the car's hood] (Coughing in the smoke) Uncle Gadget? Uncle Gadget?

Inspector Gadget: Not to worry. I only landed on my head.

G2: They're alive!

Gadgetmobile: They're alive! They're alive!

G2: They're alive!

Penny: Uncle Gadget!

Penny: You saved my life!

Inspector Gadget: I'm so worried about you.

G2: Good work, Penny.

Penny: Thanks to you, too.

G2: What happened?

Inspector Gadget: I reactivated you.

G2: Inspector Gadget, why you'd do that?

Inspector Gadget: Well, I hate to see a good detective being recycled and I always have great admiration for your investigating abilities.

G2: Inspector, are you saying you like me? (Gadget drinks some blue substance but spits it out)

Inspector Gadget: Well, I suppose, in a man of speaking. Strictly professional.

G2: Thank you.

Inspector Gadget: You're welcome.

Mayor Wilson: Do something to stop him, Chief Quimby!

Chief Quimby: You'll never get away with this, Claw!

Dr. Claw: We'll see.

Chief Quimby: [still laughing] G2, see!

G2: Very funny, Claw, but you forget. I am unaffected by laughing gas. Now...(prepares her net guns) stop this felonious and unlawful act, or I shall have to use force.

Dr. Claw: Ah, the lady gadget. I've so looked forward to meeting you. I hope you don't fall victim to my... magnetic charm.

Chief Quimby: (Furious) GADGET! I told you specifically not to go to the stakeout!

Inspector Gadget: That's not entirely accurate, chief. You told me not to get within 100 yards of the stakeout and I posted myself exactly 101 yards away.

G2: Then how did you manage to get tangle up with me inside the warehouse?

Inspector Gadget: Well, you gave me backup at the bar, I thought I'd give you backup at the warehouse.

G2: I never need backup.

Inspector Gadget: Chief, you have to put me back on the case. The Department needs me!

Gadgetmobile: Okay, here we are.

Inspector Gadget: Wish me luck. I'm going undercover. (enters the bar)

Tough Guys: (stares at Inspector Gadget)

Inspector Gadget: Hi, there, fellas.

Penny: Okay, Brain. The coast is clear. Come on, Let's run the out back.

Monkey: (chattering)

Bartender: (spits out a germ and clean a cup then sees Inspector Gadget) What do you want?

Inspector Gadget: Well, I just got out of slammer. And I look for my whistle.

Bartender: What'll you have?

Inspector Gadget: Nice tall glass of milk.

Bartender: Milk?

Inspector Gadget: I mean, Chocolate milk. Make it a double.

Penny: Hey, Brain. This way.

McKibble: Okay, then. Let's see what applicans we have here. Squint. Jungle Bob. And you must be the one they call "The Ninja".

Brick: Ninja? Why did they call you that?

Ninja: Hi-ya.

Brick: I think I see why now.

McKibble: Okay, then. Judging by this. You guys are prime minion material.

Bartender: (gives Inspector Gadget a chocolate milk)

Inspector Gadget: (After drinking a chocolate milk) Ho. (The bartender looks at the disguise moustache) I Have History of Hair loss in my family.

Bartender: Anything Else I Can Get You.

Inspector Gadget: Yes. I'm looking for...(making a claw with his hands)

Bartender: Sorry, We don't serve lobster here.

Inspector Gadget: What? No. (whispers) Dr. Claw.

Bartender: Claw? Well, if you want to find him, you're gonna have to grease a few palms, if you get my drift.

Inspector Gadget: Well, whatever you say. Here you go. (squirts axle grease into the bartender's hand) Top-grade axle grease.

Bartender: (grabs the grease in his fist and gets angry) Why, you…

Inspector Gadget: Go, go, gadget duck. (retracts his head into his collar like a turtle and the bartender punches the man behind him; that man falls against an arm wrestler, who bumps into pool player, causing the cue ball go ricochetting across the room. The cue ball hits a bald dart player's head, and the man falls, destroying a card game table and thuds to the floor, unconscious. Gadget sees the angry patrons advancing on him) Check, please. Just a check.

Squint: So, when do we start working for Dr. Claw?

McKibble: Immediately.

Penny: Did You Hear That, Brain?

Inspector Gadget: (Screaming) Come on, Guys. Let's talk about it. (The tough guys angrily pull Inspector Gadget) Oh, Man. Aaah, You're stretching my sweater. Help, Gadgetmobile! Help!

Gadgetmobile: (Snoring)

McKibble: (sees the cops coming) The Cops. Come on, This way.

Squint: Let's get out of here.

Minions: (shouting)

Brick: We can hide in my mom's house.

Inspector Gadget: (getting Punched by Tough Guys) Oh, I Can See You're Upset.

Bartender: Hey, look, I'm knocking his block off!

Tough Guys: (Laughing, then Punch Inspector Gadget)

Inspector Gadget: Oh, my head.

G2: (Walks in the bar and confronts the Tough Guys) Stop This Felonious and Unlawful act or I Shall Have to Use Force.

Bartender: Ooh, look, boys, Malibu Barbie is going to get rough with us.

G2: Very well, you were warned. (throws the nets at the tough Guys)

Inspector Gadget: Wowsers, she's Good.

Monkey: (Chattering)

Tough Guys: (got arrested and screaming as they got defeated)

Cheryl: [scoffs] I don't believe it!

Christie: What?

Cheryl: That!

Kelly: They're ba-aaack!

Christie: Nice outfits. Post-It's must be really lucrative!

Michele: [as they close the distance] Romy, are you sure you wanna do this?

Romy: [when they finally confront the clique; people react; everybody is stunned at them standing up to the A-Group. Cheryl and Kelly laugh sarcastically] Oh yeah, Michele. I am so sure! What the hell is your problem, Christie? Why are you always such a nasty bitch? You get some kind of sick pleasure from torturing other people? I mean, yeah okay, so Michele and I did make up some lame story. We only did it because we wanted you to treat us like human beings, but you know what I finally realized? I don't care if you like us, cause we don't like you. You're a bad person with an ugly heart, and we don't give a flying fuck what you think! Come on Michele.

Michele: Okay, and...yeah!

Christie: Unbelievable! They're as deluded about their lives as they are about those hideous clothes.

Lisa Luder: [comes from behind the clique; looks at Christie; classmates react positively] Actually, Christie. They've got nice lines. A fun, frisky use of color. All in all, I'd have to say they're really... not bad!

Christie: [dismisses positive reception] Well, we still think they're ridiculous. Don't we girls?

Lisa: [seeing the other two women keeping quiet and looking away] Why don't you just let them think for themselves for once?

Christie: You're just jealous, because unlike a certain ball-busting dried-up career woman, I might mention, we're all happily married!

Lisa: [looks at Romy and Michele before walking off] That's right, Christie...keep telling yourself that.