Hey Arnold! The Movie (2002) - Quotes

Arnold: [looking at Nick Vermicelli through high-tech binoculars; Notices that Gerald fell asleep; Shakes him] I think he's finally asleep, Gerald. Gerald. Gerald.

Gerald Johannsen: [disoriented after waking up; Realizing where he is] Give me that key! I was just resting my eye.

Arnold: [Pulls out a rope] Come on, it's time to go in.

Gerald Johannsen: Wait a minute. You're not gonna hang from that, are you?

Arnold: Not unless you want to.

Gerald Johannsen: I don't think it's my size.

Nick Vermicelli: [mumbling while he's asleep] No problem. I'll fix it.

Gerald Johannsen: Come on. Almost there. You can do it, buddy.

Nick Vermicelli: [talking in his sleep] What is that? Who's going?

Nick Vermicelli: [Falls asleep again] Ah, it's an angel.

Gerald Johannsen: Hello?

Deep Voice: [on the phone] Good job getting the key.

Arnold: Wait. Deep Voice. Where are you?

Deep Voice: Don't worry about that. I'm watching all your movements.

Deep Voice: I'm everywhere and I'm nowhere, but mostly I'm... everywhere.

Gerald Johannsen: Come on, Deep Voice, cut the voodoo dolly mumbo jumbo, okay?

Arnold: Yeah, why do you have to be so mysterious?

Deep Voice: You two seem confused about who's calling the shots here. I am. Without me, you'll never get the document, you'll never save your neighborhood. You've got to get into Scheck's office. His safe deposit boxes are in a room behind his desk.

Arnold: We have to get back into his office?

Deep Voice: [Hangs up] Right. Only this time, don't get caught. You've got to find a way to distract security away from the main entrance. Now, it's exactly two A.M. The bulldozers roll at seven. What are you waiting for?

Gerald Johannsen: [He's cut by a bus passing by with its brakes hissing] Man, that Deep Voice is a pain in the...

Arnold: [The boys run to the bus] Come on.

Gerald Johanssen: [to the bus driver] Hi, it's us. How you been?

Murray: Oh, so it's the two juvenile delinquents who busted my door.

Gerald Johannsen: [about the bus driver] I wonder what bee got in his boxers.

Murray: Hey, you'd have a bee in your boxers too if you were in my moccasins. My girlfriend left me two weeks ago. Her name is Mona she said she wanted a whole man.

Gerald Johannsen: A whole man"? What's that mean?

Murray: [shows them his prosthetic leg] I lost the real one in the war.

Ernie Potts: Yeah? Just one little detail, Gramps. Where you gonna get the explosives?

Grandpa Phil: From you, of course. Just go down to your job site and lift a couple hundred pounds of explosives when no one's looking. Huh?

Ernie Potts: [The rest of the boarders look at him incredulously] That's the craziest thing I ever heard, especially considering I got twice that much under my bed. What? Hey, we all got our little peccadilloes.

Oskar Kokoshka: Maybe we could paint the house with vanishing cream. Then it would be invisible.

Ernie Potts: That is the stupidest idea I ever heard. What if it rains? Ding-dong! You ever think about that, Kokoshka? It'll wash the vanishing cream off, and then everyone'll see us.

Oskar Kokoshka: Oh boy, you're right.

Ernie Potts: What we gotta do is build a dummy neighborhood one block over.

Gerald Johanssen: Helga?

Arnold: What are you doing here?

Helga Pataki: I was walking, until you knocked me down, Football Head.

Arnold: Sorry, Helga. We were just...

Helga Pataki: Yeah, yeah, just out playing your dumb secret agent game. Aren't you a little old for that? Yes!

Gerald Johanssen: Come on, Arnold. We got things to do.

Helga Pataki: Ha. What, some new plan to save the neighborhood?

Arnold and Gerald Johanssen: [getting on the bus] That's right.

Arnold: Let's roll.

Helga Pataki: [laughs; Smacks Brainy who was hiding in sewer manhole] Try taking off those lame shades so you can see where you're walking next time. Good luck, Hardy Boys. You're gonna need it. Oh, my brave little football-headed hero on yet another absurd quest, this time to save the only home you've ever known, armed with nothing but your best friend and your sporty utility belt. Godspeed, my steed, my only, my love.

Bridget: [Arnold and Gerald are smiling in a slightly perverse way] Okay, which one of you touched my button?

Bridget: [Pushes a button, revealing gadgets] Well, if you're gonna try and save the neighborhood, you're gonna need some equipment. Top of the line, state of the art. Mini condenser microphone for the ultimate concealed surveillance. Headphones and micro-radar tracking dish. 400:1 zoom lens binoculars with infrared capability for night vision. High tension, plastic wire, anodized steel pulleys and nylon straps for maneuvering in vertically-challenging situations. A two-way secure walkie-talkie for maintaining communication. And, a synchronized, programmable, glow-in-the-dark watch, set to Greenwich time and accurate within 1/10,000th of a second. And it all fits into this really cool AS-47 Junior Secret Agent utility belt.

Arnold: Uh... How much does all this cost?

Bridget: Well, since it's for such a good cause, it's on the house. I figure it's my contribution.

Arnold: Great. We'll take two of them.

Gerald Johanssen: [choosing spy equipment] Do the belts come in other colors?

Bridget: Black or pink?

Gerald Johanssen: Uh, we'll take black.

Mr. Scheck: Sir. Sir. Yes, sir. Sir." Is that all you can say?

Guard: No, sir. I mean, yes, sir. Sir!

Arnold: [to the bus driver] You're going up to the peninsula?

Murray: Don't talk to the driver while the bus is in motion.

Gerald Johanssen: But the bus isn't in motion.

Murray: [starts the bus] Now it is. Get behind the yellow line.

Arnold: Von Scheck?

Grandpa Phil: [Telling about the Tomato Incident] I wonder if he's related...? Anyway, Von Scheck's men attacked the neighborhood, but the locals used guerrilla warfare. They made a barricade of turned vegetable carts and fought with whatever they had. They had lots of tomatoes. They were British tomatoes, which were small and hard and really hurt if you got hit with one. That did it. The redcoats were in full, ignominious retreat. That's why we eat American tomatoes, Arnold. Although I had one recently from Chile. Very juicy.

Arnold: Grandpa, did that actually happen?

Arnold: No. Don't you see? This is our answer.

Arnold: No, the Tomato Incident. If that battle took place right in the boarding house, this whole neighborhood should be a national landmark.

Arnold: [returns home] Grandma?

Ernie Potts: [carrying his things downstairs] She's still in jail.

Arnold: But I thought they were just gonna keep her for one night.

Ernie Potts: She keeps trying to escape. Thinks it's a game. Fourth time they had to put her back.

Arnold: Hi, Mr. Hyunh. Have you seen Grandpa?

Mr. Hyunh: [Runs away sobbing] Oh, Arnold. We may never see each other again.

Oskar Kokoshka: Hey, Mr. Hyunh, can I help you clean out your refrigerator?

Helga Pataki: [watching from a roof] Blockapalooza, hah! Please.

Reporter: [for TV] It's called Blockapalooza, a last-ditch effort to save a forgotten neighborhood from the wrecking ball. A classic story of the little guy pitted against the corporate giant.

Big Bob Pataki: What the heck are they doing? They'll mess up the whole deal!

Nick Vermicelli: Forget about it. It's all taken care of.

Arnold: [on TV] You know what this is about. It's our last chance to stand up and tell Future Tech Industries that we won't sell. We won't let em tear down our neighborhood.

Nick Vermicelli: One of our guys intercepted their permit, thereby making the whole assemblage illegal.

Officer: Go, go, go!

Gerald Johanssen: [to the officer] Hey, what's going on?

Riot Cop: Never got any permit.

Voice: Please disperse from this area at once!

Arnold: Grandma?

Grandma Gertie: [She chains herself to the door of the Sunset Arms] Bring on your worst. We shall not be moved.

Officer: [Grandma almost bites him] Come on. Nice and easy.

Grandpa Phil: Hey! Stop, that's a frail old lady!

Grandma Gertie: [while she and the door she's chained to are carried into the S.P.A.T. car; The car speeds away while she laughs] Never give up Arnold. Never give in. Save the neighborhood. One if by land, two if by sea. Put the lime in the coconut. Mix it all up.

Arnold: Blockapalooza.

Gerald Johanssen: This Saturday is the day.

Arnold: Blockapalooza!

Gerald Johanssen: Don't forget to get your tickets while they're hot!

Nick Vermicelli: [getting a leaflet; Pulls out a cell phone and calls somebody] Save the neighborhood"? "Blockapalooza"? This we don't need. Yeah it's me Nick. I think we got a problem.

Monkeyman: [after receiving a leaflet from Arnold] Monkeyman!

Jolly Olly Man: Yeah, six days to go, and then sayonara, suckers!

Arnold: Six days. Enough time to try maybe one last big... thing. But... but what?

Rhonda Lloyd: How about a party? You always throw the most outré parties, Arnold.

Arnold: Yeah, a party. A block party. With music and food.

Rhonda Lloyd: And finger sandwiches. Ooh!

Harold Berman: Yeah, and food!

Arnold: We'll have a concert! The music will be so loud that we'd end up on the news. And then people will get excited about it, and the mayor will have to change her mind. And she'll stop the bulldozers.

Friends: Yeah!

Stinky Peterson: What do we call it?

Rhonda Lloyd: How about the "Save the Neighborhood Debutante Ball".

Kids: Nah...

Gerald Johanssen: Block Power, baby.

Stinky Peterson: Blockenanny.

Eugene Horowitz: [Falls down] Block Till You Drop. Ow.

Gerald Johanssen: It's a Block Thing. I would know.

Sid: A Block Party... Party?

Arnold: How about... Blockapalooza?

Kids: Yeah!

Crowd: Awesome!

Worker: Release.

Arnold: What's going on?

Stinky Peterson: You must be a sound sleeper, Arnold. They've been hammering on it all mornin'.

Sid: Look!

Stinky Peterson: Willikers!

Sid: It's so wicked awesome.

Arnold: You guys! It's not awesome. It's terrible! Read it. We've got thirty days left to save the neighborhood.

Stinky Peterson: Look, it's that Scheck feller.

Mr. Scheck: [on the Scheckvision screen] It's time for a new world. Out with the old, in with the new. I have seen the future and it's Future Tech Industries.

Stinky Peterson: He sure gives me the willies.

Gerald Johanssen: But you gotta admit, he looks good in a suit.

Arnold: [annoyed] Gerald.

Gerald Johanssen: I know, I know. I'm just saying.

Arnold: [The boys run away] Come on!

Arnold: Grandpa?

Grandpa Phil: That's my name. Don't wear it out. (shark jaws fall down)

Arnold: Grandpa, I'm worried.

Grandpa Phil: Oh, don't worry, Arnold. We won't sell the boarding house. We're behind you all the way. Right, Pookie?

Grandma Gertie: [in cheerleader outfit] Home team, home team, woo!

Arnold: But what if Scheck gets everyone else to sell?

Grandpa Phil: [[w:Manitoba|Manitoba; [w:Province|province; [w:Canadian|Canadian] Then I guess they'll bulldoze down the neighborhood, short man. Pookie and I will have to move to an old folks home and who knows what'll happen to you. You'll probably be sent to a foster home in some Midwestern state like ] or... wait, no, that's not a state, that's a ]. Oh, no, Arnold! You'll be a ]!

Arnold: Grandpa, I'm serious.

Grandpa Phil: I know, Arnold, but we're not cooked yet. Whatever happens, we'll all be OK, even if we have to become Canadians. You know, they have very good bacon there. Canadian. Bacon. This thing on? Come on, Arnold. Work with me.

Arnold: Goodnight, Grandpa. Goodnight, Grandma.

Grandma Gertie: [Grandpa sits on the shark jaws] Go, team!

Helga Pataki: [To Miriam sleeping on a table] Dad! How's it going, Miriam?

Miriam Pataki: [Helga hears voices and comes to see what's going on] Oh. Molasses, it's you.

Big Bob Pataki: [first words] Okay, great, but where's the store go?

Nick Vermicelli: [first words as Big Bob, Nick Vermicelli, and three other guys are seen gathered around a model of the neighborhood on a table] Alright. Right here. Big Bob's Beeper Emporium. Big sign, can't miss it from the freeway, and the overpass drops you big-bang-boom right in the parkin lot.

Big Bob Pataki: That's good. Yeah, right in the stinkin lot.

Helga Pataki: Dad?

Big Bob Pataki: What do you want, Olga?

Helga Pataki: It's Helga, Dad.

Big Bob Pataki: Right, Helga. That's what I said.

Helga Pataki: Could I talk to you?

Nick Vermicelli: We gotta split anyway, Bob. We'll talk.

Big Bob Pataki: [He points at the model] Right, we'll talk. And send me the paperwork, I can't wait to get started. Hey, can I keep this pop-up thing?

Nick Vermicelli: [Nick and the other men leave the room] You got it.

Big Bob Pataki: [to Helga] Alright. You know what this is? It's our future. See, here's where my new Super Beeper Emporium is gonna go up, right after we rip down the flower shop, and Green Meats and the rest of the block.

Helga Pataki: Uh yeah, well, uh, about all that, Dad... I mean a lot of people are gonna have to move away and sell their businesses.

Big Bob Pataki: Yeah, what's your point?

Helga Pataki: Well, I was just wondering if this whole tear-down-the-neighborhood Future Tech thing is really necessary.

Big Bob Pataki: Of course, it's necessary. It's more than necessary. It's progress. You can't have progress without a little pain. No pain, no gain.

Helga Pataki: But what's wrong with leaving things the way they are?

Big Bob Pataki: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, missy. Leave things the way they are and Big Bob's Super Beeper Emporium doesn't happen.

Helga Pataki: But, Dad...

Big Bob Pataki: Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey! I'll say this once, and I want you to hear it, little lady. Change is good. When the new Big Bob's Super Beeper Emporium goes up, the cash is gonna roll in and you'll forget all about the old neighborhood. And do you know why? Because we'll be rich. And that means you'll be rich. You can have that pony you've been wantin'.

Helga Pataki: Dad, I wanted a pony when I was five.

Big Bob Pataki: Uh. Well, what do you want now?

Helga Pataki: I don't know.

Big Bob Pataki: Well, make up your mind, cause once this neighborhood goes down and my store goes up, you can have anything you want. And I mean anything.

Helga Pataki: [looks at fashion magazine] Anything?

Big Bob Pataki: That's what I said. We're gonna be stinkin rich, girl. Rich. What's more important than that, huh?

Gerald Johanssen: I'm telling you, Arnold, your ball is flat.

Arnold: [The ball pops and deflates] It's not flat. It's just a little low on air.

Gerald Johanssen: Like I said, your ball is flat. Hey, I still can't believe we let those fifth graders beat us.

Arnold: Well, the important thing is we tried our best.

Gerald Johanssen: The important thing is we got our buns whooped.

Arnold: Come on Gerald, we had fun. And we almost beat em.

Gerald Johanssen: Why do you do that Arnold? Why do you always have to look on the bright side?

Arnold: [Arnold and Gerald notice FTi helicopters, and a crowd of citizens] Somebody has to. Mr. Green, what's going on?

Mr. Green: It's Scheck. He wants to buy up the whole neighborhood so he can knock it down and put up a fancy mall.

Arnold: [The crowd is watching TV] Who's Scheck?

Reporter: [on TV] The plan, which was approved by the mayor just moments ago, would allow Future Tech Industries to redevelop a six-square-block area between 33rd and 39th Streets. Oh, I understand the president and CEO of Future Tech Industries, Mr. Scheck, is about to make a statement.

Mr. Scheck: [on TV; first words as to the mayor] Thank you. I just want to say I'm delighted at the mayor's support of our renewal plan.

Gerald Johanssen: Nice suit.

Mayor Dixie: [on TV; camera flashes] I am behind Mr. Scheck's project one hundred percent.

Mr. Scheck: [on TV] Although some of you in the affected area may have concerns about how this plan will impact your homes and businesses, let me assure you; change is good. This plan represents the end of urban decay, the end of your broken-down shops and apartment buildings, the end of antiquated and dilapidated storefronts. It's time for a new world. Out with the old, in with the new.

Arnold: What's wrong with old things? Some old things are great.

Harold Berman: Yeah, like Mrs. Vitello.

Mrs. Vitello: [hits Harold over the head with flowers] Whippersnapper.

Harold Berman: Ow!

Mr. Green: This has been goin on for months. The city council recommended against it, but the mayor's lettin him do it anyway. I never figured he could pull it off.

Gerald Johanssen: What does it mean?

Mr. Green: It means they want us to sell out, move away so this Scheck character and his big corporation can move in.

Crowd: No!

Harold Berman: No way!

Mr. Scheck: [on TV] It's time to put the past behind us. I have seen the future, and it's Future Tech Industries.

Phoebe Heyerdahl: [[neighborhood] But this is our ]!

Rhonda Lloyd: They can't just tear it down.

Eugene Horowitz: [singing; Arnold switches off the stereo] This is our neighborhood! / How can they tear it down!? / How can they turn our smile into a frown!? / We may be just a few, but if me and you and you.

Arnold: [A truck carrying a bulldozer is speeding down the street] Stop! Stop singing, Eugene. This is serious.

Crowd: Oh, my gosh.

Mr. Green: We can't take this lying down. We should do something!

Harold Berman: Yeah, but what can we do?

Arnold: We can refuse to sell our houses.

Gerald Johanssen: Well, I'll sign a petition!

Arnold: Yeah. Let everybody know this is our neighborhood and we're not giving it up without a fight!

Helga Pataki: [watching from a roof] Hah! Arnold! What an annoying little goody two-shoes. What a dopey little dreamer. What a corny little cornball. Always going around trying to get everyone to look on the bright side and do the right thing. How I despise him. And yet... I love him! I love him! I love his unerring sense of right and wrong. I love his unfailing insistence on the needs of the many over the needs of the few. But most of all I love the way his hair smells when I get real close behind him and he doesn't know I'm there, but then he turns and looks at me funny and I scowl at him and make an excuse for being so close, and then I insult him just to cover up the secret, adoring feelings for which I have so long and painfully harbored. Oh, Arnold!

Arnold: Mr. Green can write the petition.

Mr. Green: Say no more, Arnold. I'm already working on it.

Helga Pataki: If only I could find the guts to tell you. If only I weren't such a coward. If only I had your strength.

Arnold: We'll take it around the neighborhood and get everybody to sign it.

Helga Pataki: But what if you lose? What if the neighborhood is torn down, and you have to move away, and we are separated, and we never see each other again, and I never, ever seize the chance to tell you how I really feel about you? Oh, Arnold, how I love you.

Eugene Horowitz: [singing] But I thought the occasion called for it. We may be just a few

Eugene Horowitz: We may be just a few, but if me and you and you

Eugene Horowitz: How can they turn our smile into a frown!?

Eugene Horowitz: How can they tear it down!?

Eugene Horowitz: This is our neighborhood!

Helga Geraldine Pataki: So? What's your point?

Helga Geraldine Pataki: I was walking, until you knocked me down, football head.

Helga Geraldine Pataki: [watching from a roof] Blockapalooza, hah! Please.

Helga Geraldine Pataki: If only I could find the guts to tell you. If only I weren't such a coward. If only I had your strength.

Arnold: [stepping on to the roof] Deep Voice!

Arnold: That went well.

Arnold: We can refuse to sell our houses.

Arnold: [The ball pops and deflates] It's not flat. It's just a little low on air.