Helen SlaterQuotes

Pyatt: [Billie Jean grabs a poster of herself] What do you want? You got no business with me. You're the one to blame! You're the one thinking you're so damn hot!

Billie Jean: Who paid?

Pyatt: What?

Billie Jean: [tears up the poster] Who paid Mr. Pyatt? Was it you?

Pyatt: [Goes to his register to collect the $608.] You still want the money? Is that what you came here for? Well, why didn't you say so? Why didn't you say so? I got the money right over here.

Billie Jean: You're giving me the money? Now?!

Pyatt: Look, it's a real shame what happened. It just got out of hand, that's all.

Billie Jean: Who paid for the scooter?

Pyatt: What difference does it make? The whole thing was an accident.

Billie Jean: WHO PAID?!

Mauldaur: I did.

Billie Jean: [Lloyd appears] For your boy?

Pyatt: [Puts the money in Billie Jean's hand.] Look, uh, no need to count this. Come on. Little more, little less, just take this for your trouble.

Billie Jean: [Hubie appears in the crowd] You pig! You don't even know what a pig you are! For my trouble! Or to keep my mouth shut or maybe for a few minutes in your room upstairs! How much is that worth to you Mr. Pyatt?! Tell us! Everyone's listening.

Pyatt: Nobody forced you up there! You knew damn well what you were doing.

Billie Jean: What about our lessons? "Pay as you go. Earn as you learn." What were you going to teach me Mr. Pyatt?

Pyatt: You lying piece of trash!

Billie Jean: You said I was going to love it. Love being touched by a man like you.

Pyatt: [pushes Billie Jean away.] I'm sick and tired of your MOUTH, you little slut! IT'S OVER! NOW WE'RE FINISHED!! IT'S OVER!!

Billie Jean: [knees Pyatt in the groin causing him to fall over and knock over a torch which begins to set his merchandise on fire.; Throws the money back at Pyatt as Hubie walks away from the crowd.] You're right, it's over with. I can learn to live with it. But I can't take all this. Here's your change! You can keep your money! Go buy somebody else!

Pyatt: [to Billie Jean] Dammit! Holy christ! Hubie! Hubie!! Where are you boy, I need your help!! Wanna get some water?! Are you happy? ARE YOU SATISFIED NOW?! Hey get some water here! What are you standing here for?! Let's get some water on this before the whole place goes up! Just get me some help! Call the fire department! What are you standing here for?! What are you looking at?! Let's get some help here!

Billie Jean: The bill is for the scooter, and this... is for Binx.

Hubie: [groaning] You crazy bitch!

Billie Jean: Everything's just crazy now.

Lloyd: Sure it is. That's why you gotta be crazier than they are.

Boy: Did you rob that liquor store in Galveston?

Binx: Yep, that was us.

Billie Jean: We did not.

Guy: What about that school in Laredo? You burn it down?

Binx: No way, guy. We don't do schools.

Billie Jean: [on TV] I'm Billie Jean Davy, and I wanna set the record straight.

Ringwald: Oh my God!

Policeman #1: Wow!

Billie Jean: I'm not a liar, I'm not a thief, and neither is my brother.

Binx: [cuts in] Hello, ma!

Billie Jean: [shoves Binx aside] Sorry, that is him. Mom, I don't know when we'll be comin home, but we love you. I know people are making up stories about us. Don't you believe them. As for you, Mr. Pyatt. You are so sleazy.

Putter: [cheers on camera] YEA!

Billie Jean: You think you can do anything you want and then lie about it and we just have to take it, because what are we? Just a bunch of kids. Well not this time. From now on we're doin this our way. No lyin', no cheatin', fair is fair.

Kid #1 in Crowd: [at electronics store watching TV] Alright!

Billie Jean: $608 dollars for the scooter your son trashed. That's what you owe, and we're NOT turnin ourselves in til we get it. Fair is fair! We didn't start this, we didn't mean it to happen, but we're not givin up til you pay. FAIR IS FAIR!

Lloyd: Tapes are not going to be enough.

Billie Jean: What do you mean?

Lloyd: I mean they don't have to give you the money, they'll just hunt you down and catch you. Cops don't have to bargain with you, you don't have anything they want. Unless you offer them a trade.

Ophelia: Whatever is that boy doing?

Putter: It's a trick, I saw it on TV.

Billie Jean: What kind of trade?

Lloyd: I'm going to be your hostage, then they have to reason with you. I'm your guarantee.

Putter: Like when you buy a car.

Ophelia: That's a warranty.

Billie Jean: Lloyd, do you make videos?

Lloyd: All the time.

Billie Jean: What about copies?

Lloyd: I can make as many as you want... You are absolutely right!

Ophelia: What's she talking about?

Lloyd: She's gonna answer their call!

Putter: Far out, I'm coming!

Billie Jean: This is serious, Putter!

Putter: I can be serious, Billie Jean, please I can't stay here without you, I'll just die!

Billie Jean: Go away, Putter!

Putter: [to Ophelia] Billie Jean said I can come, don't move!

Brantley Foster: At least I didn't sleep with the boss.

Christy Wills: No, you slept with the boss's wife!

Brantley Foster: She seduced me!

Christy Wills: He seduced ME! What's the difference?

Brantley Foster: I couldn't help it. You went willingly.

Christy Wills: I suppose you were tied up in chains.

Brantley Foster: No, the question is how many people did you sleep with in order to get to the top?

Vera Prescott: That was a very expensive vase, you BITCH!

Christy Wills: SHUT UP! What I did was my business, not yours!

Brantley Foster: No, you mean it was company business!

Christy Wills: [snarkily] That's right! And that's all it was. Business!

Brantley Foster: I'll tell you something, sweetheart. You're very good at your job.

Howard Prescott: Let me get this straight - Brantley is Whitfield?

Brantley Foster: That's right. Brantley is Whitfield; Whitfield is Brantley.

Vera Prescott: And Christy is the bimbo! Well, now that we've all had Mouseketeer roll call, I'm just going to go call my lawyer.

Howard Prescott: No, wait a minute. Christy is not the bimbo I was screwing around with at the office.

Christy Wills: People better stop calling me bimbo!

Howard Prescott: It was an entirely different bimbo altogether.

Vera Prescott: That's fine; how many bimbos would you say there were?

Howard Prescott: I misspoke myself. There weren't any bimbos at all.

Brantley Foster: Except Christy.

Howard Prescott: Right. No!