Rebel WilsonQuotes

Annie: You read my diary?

Brynn: At first I did not know it was your diary. I thought it was a very sad handwritten book.

Kolio: [notices Fat Amy at the gas station that the Treblemakers are passing in their bus] Yo, Bump, is that Fat Amy?

Bumper: [runs to the window; chucks his burrito out of the window, and it hits Fat Amy in the chest as she's filling up the bus' gas tank] Donald, slow down. Slow down! Yeah! Hey, Amy? SABOTAGE!!

Fat Amy: [the Trebles laugh as they drive away; slowly collapses] Ugh! I've been shot. I've just been SHOT! Help me!

Cynthia Rose: [gets out of the bus; tries to help Fat Amy by giving her mouth to mouth] Fat Amy! They shot Amy! I've got you, I've got you.

Fat Amy: No, no, no, I'm talking, I'm talking... I'm sitting up.

Cynthia Rose: [Beca and Lilly get out to help] All right, cool.

Fat Amy: There's no need for that. No mouth to mouth. Oh, shit! Bumper threw a big-ass burrito at me! I'm gonna kill him, I swear. I'm gonna finish him like a cheesecake!

Fat Amy: Ah! What up, Shawshank?

Cynthia Rose: Did you get yourself a bitch?

Fat Amy: Did they spray you with a hose?

Lilly: [quietly] I did a turn at County.

Fat Amy: [out of breath from learning choreography] I should have taken that cardio tip more seriously.

Aubrey: How much have you done?

Fat Amy: You just saw it.

Chloe: I have nodes...

Fat Amy: Chloe, don't worry, it's just God punishing you cause you're a ginger.

Beca: Isn't that painful? Why would you keep performing?

Chloe: Because I love to sing.

Stacie: Yeah, it's like when my lady doctor told me not to have sex for six weeks, and I did it anyway.

Fat Amy: You should really listen to your doctor.

Stacie: Meh.

Cynthia Rose: I have a confession to make.

Fat Amy: We all know where this is going. Lesbi-honest.

Cynthia Rose: This is hard for me to admit to you guys, but for the past two years, I have had a serious...gambling problem.

Fat Amy: What?

Beca: What?

Cynthia Rose: It all started when I broke up with my girlfriend.

Fat Amy: Whoomp, there it is!

Aubrey: The Trebles don't respect us, and if we let them penetrate us, we are giving them our power.

Fat Amy: Not a good enough reason to use the word penetrate.

Chloe: What's your name?

Fat Amy: Fat Amy.

Aubrey: You call yourself "Fat Amy"?

Fat Amy: Yeah, so twig bitches like you don't do it behind my back.

Fat Amy: You guys are gonna get pitch-slapped so hard, your man boobs are gonna concave.

Fat Amy: Even though some of you are pretty thin, I think you all have fat hearts. And that's what matters.

Flo: [crammed into a tent with all of the Bellas] I do not understand camping. We are voluntarily living like dogs.

Beca: This is the worst. The air we’re breathing is at least ninety percent fart.

Fat Amy: [climbs over the others to get out; no response; she leaves] That reminds me, I need to see a man about a horse. Um, before I head out, anyone happen to pack a spare roll of toilet paper? Maybe some Subway napkins? Tootsie Roll wrapper? Or a t-shirt size extra small? Nope. Side of the tent it is.

Beca: What are we doing here?

Chloe: We’re bonding! You seem so tense. Do you need a back rub?

Beca: I’m good. Several body parts are rubbing my back right now.

Chloe: Beca, I know we’re already close but this retreat will let us discover everything about each other.

Beca: Is that right?

Chloe: [moving in closer] You know, one of my regrets in college is that I didn’t do enough experimenting.

Beca: You’re so weird.

Chloe: I know.

Beca: Okay, we didn’t come here to start something with you guys. We just wanted to check you out. You know, for when we go to the Worlds. And kick your ass.

Fat Amy: Oooh! Get it, girl.

Kommissar: You? You are the kicker of ass? But you are so tiny. Like an elf. Or is it a sprite? Fairy? What is the word I mean?

Pieter Krämer: Troll.

Kommissar: That’s it. You are like a troll.

Beca: Well you... are... physically flawless. But that doesn’t mean I like you.

Chloe: We are not scared about the Worlds because when The Bellas hit the stage we are going to blow minds.

Pieter Krämer: Blow minds? With what? More of Flabby Abby's baby chute?

Fat Amy: That's not my name.

Pieter Krämer: I don't know your name. Could be anything. Obese Denise. Inflexible Tina. Lazy Susan...

Fat Amy: My name is Fat Amy, un I eat krauts like you for lunch.

Pieter Krämer: Your team is like, a, how do you say that? A heated mess. You know, a mess where heat is applied to it so what once was a little messy is now even messier.

Kommissar: Darlings, please take my advice. Don’t try to beat us. You can’t. We are the best. I must go and rest my neck. It is sore from looking down on you.

Beca: Okay! Just because you are making me very sexually confused does mean that you are intimidating. We got a chip on our shoulder and nothing to lose. And we’re not backing down from anyone. Aca Wiedersehen, bitches. Aw, what’s happening to me? Why am I using my hands so much?

Emily: [pause] I'm a Junk. My mom was a Bella.

Chloe: Your mother is Katherine Junk?

Fat Amy: Who?

Chloe: Only the top bitch of the 1981 Bellas. She pioneered the syncopated booty shake. And word is she has a five-octave vocal range.

Emily: Yep, still does. You do not want to hear that woman doing it with my dad.

Fat Amy: What an odd thing to say.

Chloe: True.

Fat Amy: Just tell her, Beca.

Chloe: I heard that! Tell me what?

Fat Amy: Aw, no. I clearly said... Fruffa fruffa muffa... Beca.

Emily: Fat Amy, you have a lovely vagina.

Fat Amy: Thank you.

Fat Amy: Guys, there’s going to be some haters out there. They are going to look at us -- Team USA -- and wonder why is the most talented one Australian. Well I’m fat so that is close enough. We are going to show them who we are -- a bunch of ethnically diverse, for the most part feminine, amazing singers! Let’s go out there and Ac’ the world!

Fat Amy: Listen, I don't want you guys to fight. You're Beca and Chloe, together you're Bhloe and everyone loves a good Bhloe.

Fat Amy: You're Beca Effin Mitchell! You're the big B.M! You're the most talented person I know. And I've met three of the Wiggles... intimately.

Larry: You know what you have to do?

Laa: Stay.

Larry: That's right, just make sure she stays in there.

Tilly: You better let me out! What are you staring at? What, have you never seen a gorgeous woman before... who could be a model if she didn't love pizza so much.

Fräulein Rahm: [to kid; loads suicide grenade at his back] OK, see that American there? Just go give him a hug!

Fräulein Rahm: My friend met some Russians and they ate them.

Fräulein Rahm: A Jew hypnotized my uncle, and he became a massive drunk, and he cheated on his wife, and he had an inappropriate relationship with my sister. And said he drowned in an unrelated accident, but it—it was Jew's fault.

Fräulein Rahm: [to Jungvolk members] We Aryans are once thousand times more civilized and advanced than any other race. Now get your things together, kids, it's time to BURN SOME BOOKS!