Drop Dead Fred (1991) - Quotes

Tagline: Dishes. Relationships. Wind. This guy breaks everything.

Lizzie: [tonelessly] I'm not afraid of you.

Lizzie: I heard you, you said "Annabelle".

Charles: If I said "Oh, Annabelle". isn't it better that I said "Oh Annabelle" and was here with you, than to say "Oh, Lizzie" and be somewhere else with Annabelle.

Lizzie: I have some bad news for you.

Janie: More?

Lizzie: Well, remember your house?

Janie: Yeah.

Lizzie: It- It sank.

Fred: Expecting Charles. Well that's important. I'd better go then. There's just one little problem, Charles isn't coming.

Lizzie: what do you mean?

Fred: [laughs] I wrote the note. Haven't got a husband, haven't got a husband! Got a stupid haircut!

Janie: I did this self actualising course this week and basically they taught us that pain is your friend, it's your humanity, pain makes you interesting.

Elizabeth: Janie...

Janie: Look at Elvis.

Elizabeth: Yeah, but didn't Elvis kill himself?

Janie: Yes, but before that he was very, very interesting.

Mickey: We were all a little afraid of your mother.

Lizzie: Not Fred, he always stood up for me.

Mickey: Well that's what friends are for - even imaginary ones.

Young Elizabeth: [writing a letter to Fred with a green crayon (because green is his favorite color] Dear Drop Dead Fred, you were my only friend, but she took you away from me. I know I'll see you again. someday.

Fred: If you come back, I promise, we'll run away together." See that? "Pro-mise." I found that when I was hiding in the stupid garden shed.

Lizzie: [Fred takes the letter and folds it up delicately, putting it in his pocket; she starts to cry while remembering] That's right, that's where I hid it. But you never answered it. You just disappeared... And when you did, all the... the... life... and, um... the spirit... and... the...

Fred: [hesitantly] Fred?

Lizzie: [dabs her eyes with a tissue] Yeah! Fred! It all just went out of me! Oh, I should have never let my mother know how much she could hurt me... Once she knew how, she knew that she could do it all the time... And she did. So I never showed her my real feelings again.

Polly: Nigel, do it.

Nigel: No, I won't, I don't want anything to do it! It's not right!

Polly: [winding up Fred's prison while Lizzie wipes her tears away after Nigel kisses her and then goes to Polly] Alright, I'll do it.

Nigel: [repeating] It's not RIGHT!

Polly: Now what would you know about raising a child?!

Nigel: [getting his jacket; walks out to the door] Apparently nothing!

Young Elizabeth: [sobbing, jumping off her chair and running to her father] Dad! Daddy, I have some bad news.

Nigel: Lizzie, what's with all this fuss about?

Young Elizabeth: [sobbing; Nigel gasps] Something's wrong with Drop Dead Fred. He is my friend, but Mom took him away from me.

Nigel: [hugging her by holding her on his lap, trying to comfort her; Lizzie nods her head even in sobs, hugging her father back] Don't worry, sweetheart, give me a chance. I'm sure he'll be okay.

Young Elizabeth: [carrying a bowl of sugar] Sugar?

Drop Dead Fred: [Lizzie pours sugar on the mud pie] Yeah.

Nigel: [confused for a minute, then pleased to hear about Drop Dead Fred] Honey, why do you call him Drop Dead Fred?

Young Elizabeth: [sweetly; this makes Nigel very happy to know about Drop Dead Fred and the cooking as Lizzie continues] Because that's his name, daddy, and Drop Dead Fred is going to teach me how to cook today. I'm going to need flour and sugar and honey and vodka and a pair of your pants. We're making pants pie. Ouch!

Polly: [confused] Vodka and pants pie, huh? God knows what else?

Nigel: But she's only a kid, Polly.

Young Elizabeth: [then she gets tickled by Nigel] Daddy, how about we throw Mommy out the window? It won't hurt her. She will land right in the gladiolas.

Nigel: [trying not to laugh] You shouldn't say things like that about your mother, or she might cut your head off.

Polly: [upset] Very funny, Elizabeth! Sometimes I think I don't love you as much as I used to.

Young Elizabeth: But, Mom, Drop Dead Fred does.

Polly: [angrily] No more Drop Dead Fred! Period!

Lizzie: I'm so sorry, your honour, I lost my money, my car, my husband.

Judge: All in one lunch hour?

Lizzie: Charles, this is really important to me.

Charles: Lizzie, Lizzie, let's not go through all this goodbye, I never want to see you again, because we will wanna see each other again. I mean two years, we're not going to throw away two years, are we?

Lizzie: It was three years, in June.

Lizzie: Annabelle, is that her name? Oh god, I didn't know that. All I know is what you did with her, on our sofa.

Charles: Oh Lizzie, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I've been smitten by Annabelle, I've been bewitched by her. I have been pounded flat on the anvil of love like a piece of veal with a salad on top.

Young Elizabeth: Did they live happily ever after?

Mother: Of course, Elizabeth.

Young Elizabeth: How do you know?

Mother: Because, she was a good little girl. If she had been naughty, the prince would have run away.

Young Elizabeth: What a pile of shit.

Drop Dead Fred: You have to go alone...I can't get back now.

Drop Dead Fred: [looking up Mother's skirt off-screen] Look, cobwebs!

Drop Dead Fred: Hello snotface!! Yuk! What happened to you? Look at you, you're all older, you're even uglier. Euck! I'm sorry, I'm going to have to be sick all over you immediately, lie down.