Kevin J. O'ConnorQuotes

Peggy Sue: We had one glorious night together, someday you'll remember and write about it.

Michael Fitzsimmons: Yeah, I can dig that. Bittersweet perfection. Dogs of lust on leashes of memory.

Michael Fitzsimmons: But we had heat, baby. Passion! Fire! We owe it to ourselves to fuse together, at least one more time.

Peggy Sue: Oh, that's a good line. You are gonna be a terrific writer.

Michael Fitzsimmons: You think so?

Peggy Sue: Yeah.

Michael Fitzsimmons: So are you going to marry Mr. Blue Impala and graze around with all the other sheep for the rest of your life?

Peggy Sue: No... I already did that.

Niagara Falls Mountie: Welcome to Canada.

Bud Boomer: Hold it right there, Canuck!

Niagara Falls Mountie: Who are you?

Bud Boomer: I'm your worst nightmare. I'm a citizen with a constitutional right to bear arms!

Niagara Falls Mountie: Take the pelts. Take whatever you want.

Roy Boy: We don't want your stinking pelts.

Niagara Falls Mountie: Have some fudge. Just leave me alone.

Kabral Jabar: Didn't you hear him? We're your worst nightmare.

Niagara Falls Mountie: My worst nightmare involved a pack of rabid wolves. I was stuck somewhere in the Yukon, and there were tall, skinny rabbits, and they were drinking heavily.

Bud Boomer: Just shut up! We want your prisoner. Now, where is she?

Niagara Falls Mountie: I don't know what you're talking aboot, eh?

Kabral Jabar: Aboot"? It's about! What we're talking about! And enough of that "eh" business! You're gonna learn how to talk right, understand?

Roy Boy: We've got ways of making you pronounce the letter "O".

Bud Boomer: [Kabral cocks his rifle] I want my Honey! Now, get the keys for the cells, now. NOW!

Bud Boomer: All right, Pops, who's in charge?

Pops: Just the two of us, just Ruthie and me.

Kabral Jabar: No other personnel in the whole building?

Ruthie: No, we're the night shift.

Roy Boy: Excuse me, ma'am, there's not another control room?

Ruthie: No, dear. This is it.

Roy Boy: Thank you.

Kabral Jabar: Boomer, maybe we better just go, huh?

Bud Boomer: Stand your ground, soldier!

Kabral Jabar: Oh, brother.

Bud Boomer: Now, let me get this straight. You're telling me that you two are responsible for supplying all the electricity to your entire nation?

Pops: That's about the size of it.

Ruthie: Oh, Dad. Does he ever like to brag.

Bud Boomer: [after a pause, Boomer notices a red switch on the wall] Put those needles down, nice and easy, where I can see them. Spread out! Find the power source for the Mountie Headquarters. I'm going to ask you one more time. Where is the power switch to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police Headquarters? You're going to tell me sooner or later. Now, we can do it my way, which is very nice right now, or we can do it their way, which you're not going to like. You Canadians are so sneaky!

Ruthie: Don't touch that! You'll black out most of Canada!

Bud Boomer: [chuckles; switches the switch off, cutting the power off] Yeah, right. Lady, what do we look like, jerks? Please.

Kabral Jabar: Oh, you screwed up now.

Bud Boomer: [the power is also cut off from various cities of Canada, including Toronto and Ottawa; the guys leave the control room] I'll be the judge of the one who screwed up! All right, let's move out! And you, don't tell anybody we was here! Come on!

Ruthie: You know, I could get to like this.

Pops: Really?

Bud Boomer: This'll drive them crazy!

Honey: There is no more heinous crime than this in Canada.

Roy Boy: Are you sure we're in Canada?

Honey: Do you smell anything?

Roy Boy: No.

Honey: Exactly, Canada!

Bud Boomer: [two Mounties arrive on horseback] Hey, those look like my socks. That isn't garbage! That's my laundry. Roy Boy, you idiot! Pick this up! You stupid jerk, what are you doing?! My good stuff.

Mountie Major: Hello, who goes there?

Bud Boomer: Freeze!

Honey: Johnny Canuck!

Mountie Major: I must ask you to leave the park immediately and go back to where you came from.

Bud Boomer: [Boomer, Kabral and Roy Boy head for the boat, unaware that they have left Honey behind] Scatter! Everybody back to the boat!

Mountie Sergeant: Sir, you can't end your sentence with a preposition.

Mountie Major: Oh, really? Well, what would you say?

Mountie Sergeant: Well, I guess, I'd say either, "Go back from where you came," or the preferred Queen's English, "Go back, thee, from whence thou came.