Click (2006) - Quotes

Taglines: What If You Had A Universal Remote... That Controlled Your Universe?

Michael: [to Ben] Ben, Ben. Family. Family. Family.

Ben: What?

Michael: Family. Family.... Family comes first.

Ben: [sobbing] Family comes first.

Michael: Honeymoon. Honeymoon.

Ben: [to his wife; consoles with her] Honeymoon. I love you.

Michael: Samantha. Samantha. I didn't make 200, but I love you.

Samantha: I love you.

Michael: [flips him off but he signifies an okay sign, indicating he's made peace with him. He holds Donna's hand] Bill, Bill, Bill. I'm sorry.

Morty: [shows note stating "Will you still love me in the morning?"] Michael. The note you wrote her, in your pocket.

Donna: [sadly] Forever and ever, babe.

Morty: [kneels; Michael dies peacefully with Donna holding his hand, and Ben sobbing over Michael's dead body] It's time to go.

Michael: Wowie! That's a looker. Blondie, big lips. Chesty. Is that your girl?

Ben: No, that's your daughter Samantha.

Michael: Of course it is. And you better always take care of her... ...and make sure nobody touches her except you.

Ben: Hey, Dad! Look at Kevin's new Robo-Dog!

Michael: [not listening] That's nice.

Kevin: Nice"? This thing's worth more than your car!

Michael: [runs over Robo-Dog] Not anymore it ain't!

Child #1: Mike, go long!

Michael: Touchdown!

Gertrude: Michael! Dinner is ready! You can invite your friends if you like.

Michael: If you want to come over to my tent to have a barbeque, you are welcome.

Child #2: [[Three's Company; Kids elect to go to the RV, running off screen.] Or, we could go over to my family's camper where we have a TV antenna and can watch ].

Children: Three's Company! Three's Company!

Doctor: Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Newman, you have a baby girl!

Gertrude: A girl? No wait, this is a baby boy!

Theodore: A boy? I have a son!

Gertrude: I can see why you made a mistake doctor, it has such a tiny schmeckel!

Morty: She must have some kind of super vision. Neither the doctor nor I could have identified something that small.

Kevin: Mr. Newman.

Michael: Kevin O'Doyle. Yeah. Always a pleasure.

Kevin: What kind of stereo you got in that blue piece of shit?

Michael: You know what? I never checked, Kevin.

Kevin: Yeah, well, my father's stereo is a BOSE.

Michael: Your father's stereo blows? That's too bad.

Kevin: No! I said- That's not what I said!

Michael: [drives off] His father's stereo blows! Whee!

John Ammer: Well, the interesting thing, Prince Habeeboo, is that the building codes in Manhattan will allow us to- Michael.

Michael Newman: Sorry I'm late, sir. Some moron in a red Lamborghini parked in my spot, so-

Prince Habeeboo: Prince Habeeboo drive red Lamborghini.

Michael: Ehh, red Lamborghini? I meant blue Ferrari.

Prince Habeeboo: Is this one of your partners?

John Ammer: Actually, Michael is just an associate. But he is one of our brightest young architects.

Michael: Thank you.

John Ammer: Walk His Majesty through our design concept.

Michael: With pleasure. Prince Haboobee...

Prince Habeeboo: Habeeboo! Prince Habeeboo.

Michael: [unveils a scale model of the planned restaurant interior] Habeeboo. I thought I said that. When Mr. Ammer explained to me the type of man you are- a visionary who prides himself on originality- I said to myself, "Let's smash the mould and redefine elegance." So I present to you your restaurant.

Prince Habeeboo: Where is...? Where is bar?

Michael: Bar is... Here's the bar. Now, the waterfall...

Prince Habeeboo: Make bar longer.

Michael: Okay. We could cut into the atrium a little bit.

Prince Habeeboo: No atrium. Just make bar longer for Prince Habeeboo.

Michael Newman: [Morty reveals to Michael that he is an "angel of death" and that it was his father's time; loses control of his rage and tries to attack him, only to grab nothing and fall] You bastard.

Michael Newman: [having seen that what happened was just a dream, he makes amends with his family and prepares for their Fourth of July vacation, but sees the remote in the kitchen and reads an attached letter; disposes of the universal remote in the trash bin, and this time it does not reappear] Like I said, "Good guys need a break". I know you'll do the right thing this time. Love Morty. P.S.: Your wife's rocking body still drives me crazy. Okay, Morty.

Michael Newman: [after seeing his non-auto-pilot self yell at his father] You're pathetic.

Michael Newman: [tinkers with the remote while looking at the rearview mirror; changes his skin color to yellow; picks green; to purple; spoof [[Barney & Friends|Barney] You look like pale there, pal. Let me fix that. You're all yellow from the scurvy. Arr, captain. Grr.. Don't get the Hulk angry. You won't like him when he's angry. Raaaahrrr! Oh, there's Barney. ] theme] I love you, you love me. The jogger had giant boobies.