Karen AllenQuotes

Melissa Brown: This weather fax just came in. Edie, have a look at this.

Edie Bailey: We have got to head in now! Put in at Watch Hill!

Alexander McAnally III: In this stuff, harbor's too dangerous.

Melissa Brown: Dangerous?

Alexander McAnally III: Dash into shore, cut across shipping lanes...

Edie Bailey: This is a hurricane coming straight at us!

Melissa Brown: Let me reduce sails, Sandy, or even go back home.

Alexander McAnally III: This is my boat. We're gonna ride this thing out, not for fun, for safety. Do what I've always done: go with the flow.

Boon: Where are you going? We just got here.

Katy: No, Boon, you just got here. I've been downstairs for an hour entertaining a boy from Pig's Knuckle, Arkansas.

Boon: Umm - maybe we could drive up to your folks place this weekend.

Katy: Oh, fabulous. My car filled with your beer buddies going up to empty my parents liquor cabinet. It's too depressing to think about.

Boon: No! Just gonna be you and me. And Otter and another girl.

Katy: Is this really what you're gonna do for the rest of your life?

Boon: What do you mean?

Katy: I mean hanging around with a bunch of animals getting drunk every weekend.

Boon: No! After I graduate, I'm gonna get drunk every night.

Katy: Boon, I think I'm in love with a retard.

Boon: Is he bigger than me?

Starman: I must go back. But there is something I must tell you. I gave you a baby tonight.

Jenny Hayden: No. That is impossible, I can't have a child. I've been to a doctor. A couple of them.

Starman: [[teacher] Believe what I tell you. A boy baby. He will be human — a baby of your husband, but also he will be my baby. He will know everything I know and when he grows to manhood he will be a ].

Starman: [[Love] Define "].

Jenny Hayden: Love is, um … it's when you care … more for someone else than you do for yourself. But it's not just that it's — it's when someone isn't … a part of you, and when they —

Starman: What?

Jenny Hayden: Scott is dead. He was killed in an accident. When someone you love dies — oh, shit, shit.

Starman: Define "shit.

Jenny Hayden: Don't say that. It's not a nice word.

Starman: Shit.

Jenny Hayden: Don't mind him, he's just learning to speak English.

Roadhouse Waitress: Well, he's got a hell of a start on it!

Starman: [after speeding in front of a large truck] Okay?

Jenny Hayden: Okay? Are you crazy? You almost got us killed! You said you watched me, you said you knew the rules!

Starman: I do know the rules.

Jenny Hayden: Oh, for your information pal, that was a yellow light back there!

Starman: I watched you very carefully. Red light, stop; green light, go; yellow light, go very fast.

Starman: I look like Scott.

Jenny Hayden: Yeah, you do.

Starman: I… Look like Scott … so you do not be... a little bit jumpy.

Radio announcer: [Jenny shuts the car radio off] According to the AP wire, one of the biggest meteorites in the last 80 years hit last night near Ashland, not far from Chequamegon Bay. So you folks who say you saw a flying saucer over…

Jenny Hayden: That's about you isn't it? You really are some kind of … martian or something, aren't you? What do you want here? What are you doing? What do you want with me? Where are you taking me? Why do you look so much like Scott?

Starman: [starts singing as Scott had done in a film; [w:(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction|I can't get no … satisfaction.] ]

Jenny Hayden: [swerves into the lane of an oncoming van, forcing it off the road, spins her car to a stop, and begins to get out] That does it. Help!

Brad Heinmuller: You crazy sons of bitches! Whats the matter with you?

Jenny Hayden: [her arm tightly held by Starman] Help. Help me please. I'm being kidnapped!

Starman: I send greetings.

Brad Heinmuller: What the hell's going on here?

Jenny Hayden: I'm being kidnapped!

Starman: Greetings.

Brad Heinmuller: You better let her go pal, I'll give you some greetings.

Jenny Hayden: You want to know what kidnapped is? Its being dragged out of your house in the middle of the night, by some … whatever you are — being forced to drive all night with a gun pointed at your side and not knowing where you're going or what's going to happen to you when you get there. So if you're going to shoot me, go ahead — because I'd rather be shot than go on being scared to death.

Jenny Hayden: * To a raccoon in a home movie the Starman watches.

Jenny Hayden: Don't be afraid. I mean you no harm.

Marion Ravenwood: We never seem to get a break, do we?

Marion Ravenwood: You can't do this to me! I'm an American!

Marion Ravenwood: God damn it, Indy, where doesn't it hurt?