Little Shop of Horrors (1986) - Quotes

Taglines: I'm a mean green mother from outer space... And I'm back!

Taglines: A Singing Plant. A Daring Hero. A Sweet Girl. A Demented Dentist.

Taglines: Don't feed the plants.

Audrey II: [meekly] Feed me!

Seymour: I beg your pardon?

Audrey II: [gloomily] Feed me!

Seymour: Tuey! You talked! You opened up your - trap, your thing, you said--

Audrey II: [suddenly aggressive] FEED ME KRELBOURN! FEED ME NOW!

Seymour: I can't!

Audrey II: I'm starvin'!

Seymour: Look, maybe I can squeeze a little out of this one,

Audrey II: More, more, more, more, more!

Seymour: [The plant sighs, almost saying "Well..."] There isn't any more! Whaddya want me to do, slit my wrists?! Oh boy Look. I got an idea. I'll run down to the corner, and pick you up some nice chopped sirloin.

Audrey II: Must be blood!

Seymour: [creeped out] Tuey, that's disgusting.

Audrey II: Must be fresh!

Seymour: [covering his ears] I don't wanna hear this!

Audrey II: Feed me!

Seymour: Does it have to be human?

Audrey II: Feed me!

Seymour: Does it have to be mine?

Audrey II: Fee-eed me!

Seymour: Where am I supposed to get it?

Audrey II: [singing] Feed me, Seymour / Feed me all night long - That's right, boy! - You can do it! Feed me, Seymour / Feed me all night long / Ha ha ha ha ha! / Cause if you feed me, Seymour / I can grow up big and strong.

Seymour: You eat blood, Audrey II, let's face it! How am I supposed to keep feeding you, kill people?

Audrey II: I'll make it worth your while!

Seymour: What?

Audrey II: You think this's all a coincidence, baby? The sudden success around here? The press coverage?

Seymour: [Audrey II then pulls a chair up from under Seymour, bring him closer to the plant] Look, you're a plant; an inanimate object!

Audrey II: DOES THIS LOOK "INANIMATE" TO YOU, PUNK?! If I can talk, and I can move, who's to say I can't do anything I want?

Seymour: Like what?

Audrey II: [singing] Like deliver, pal! Like see you get everything your sick, greasy little heart desires! Would you like a Cadillac car?/ Or a guest shot on "Jack Parr"?/ How about a date with Hedy Lamarr?/ You gonna get it! If you want it, baby./ How would you like to be a big wheel?/ Dinin out for every meal./ I'm the plant (that) can make it all real!/ You gonna get i-i-it../ Hey, I'm your genie, I'm your friend! I'm your willing slave.../ Take a chance, feed me, yeah./ You know the kind of eats, the kinda red hot treats, the kinda sticky-licky sweets I craa-aave, Oh!

Mr. Mushnik: Seymour, what is going on down there?

Seymour: Very little Mr. Mushnik!

Seymour: Every household in America. Thousands of you, eating. That's what you had planned all along, isn't it?!

Audrey II: [smugly; [w:Sherlock Holmes|Sherlock] Noooooooooo shit, ]!

Seymour: We're not talking about one hungry plant here. We're talking about world conquest!

Audrey II: And I wanna thank you!

Seymour: [Audrey II laughs maniacally] You won't get away with this! Your kind never does! I don't care what it takes, only one of us gets out of here alive!

Audrey II: Feed me.

Seymour: Under no circumstances.

Audrey II: Feed me.

Seymour: I will not, so stop asking.

Audrey II: Feed me!

Seymour: No! No more! I can't take living with the guilt.

Audrey II: Tough titty.

Seymour: Watch your language.

Audrey II: Ah, cut the crap! Bring on the meat!

Seymour: I'll run to the corner, pick you up some nice ground round. How about that?

Audrey II: Don't do me no favors!

Seymour: Well?

Audrey II: Hmm…?

Seymour: It's my last offer. Yes or no?

Audrey II: You sure do drive a hard bargain.

Seymour: Done! Fine. Great. Don't think you're getting dessert!

Audrey: Seymour's first radio broadcast! I wanted to hear it so bad. I tried to be on time, but…

Mr. Mushnik: Don't tell me. You got tied up.

Audrey: No. Just handcuffed a little.

Seymour: You see, sir, if you were to put a plant like this in the window, then maybe…

Mr. Mushnik: Maybe what? Maybe what! Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound? Just because you put a strange and interesting plant in the window, people don't suddenly…

Customer: Excuse me. I couldn't help noticing that strange and interesting plant. What is it?

Seymour: It's an Audrey…II!

Seymour:   The Audrey II is not a healthy girl.

Mr. Mushnik:   Strictly between us, neither is the Audrey I.

Audrey II: [singing] I'm just a mean, green mother from outer space and I'm bad!

Audrey II: [Seymour says he won't feed the plant, due to the guilt; Seymour then tells him to watch his language.] Tough titty. Aw, cut the crap. Bring on the meat!

Audrey II: [after Seymour deduces that Audrey II wants to take over the planet] No SHIT, Sherlock!

Audrey II: DOES THIS LOOK "INANIMATE" TO YOU, PUNK?! If I can talk and I can move, who's to say I can't do anything I want?!

Audrey II: [''asking Seymour what he wants''] Money? Girls? One par-ticu-lar girl! How bout that Aaaaauuuudrey? Think it over! There must be someone you can 86 real quiet-like, and get me some LUNCH!!!

Audrey II: I'm starving!

Audrey: [''singing about her dream house'']   With a washer and a dryer, and an ironing machine…somewhere that's green.

Seymour: [''singing about Mr. Mushnik'']   And he calls me a slob, which I am …

Seymour: Wait for me, Audrey.  This is between me and the vegetable!

Seymour: [''singing''; ''Mushnik glares at him the moment he stops work so he hastily resumes''; he walks dejectedly along the streets with the passers-by as his backup singers; ''all'': "downtown"; ''all'': "Downtown."; ''all:'' "Downtown."; ''wanders into an alley''; ''beggars slowly appear from nowhere and climb the gateway at the end of the alley''] Poor! All my life I've been poor! I keep asking God what I'm for! And he tells me "Gee, I'm not sure! Sweep that floor, kid!" Oh I started life as an orphan, child of the street, here on Skid Row. He took me in, gave me a shelter, a bed, a crust of bread and a job... treats me like dirt. Calls me a slob, which I am. ] So I live... downtown... That's my home address. So I live. Where my life's a mess. So I live Where depression's just status quo. Down on Skid Row.... Someone show my the way to get outta here, Cos I'm constantly praying I'll get out of here, someone give me one shot, or I'll rot here.

Narrator: On the twenty-third day in the month of September, in an early year of a decade not too long before our own, the human race suddenly encountered a deadly threat to its very existence.  And this terrifying enemy surfaced, as such enemies often do, in the most seemingly innocent, and unlikely, of places...