Rugrats Go Wild (2003) - Quotes

Taglines: Going Overboard June 13th

Stu Pickles: Where's Tommy?

Nigel Thornberry: And who does this little chap belong to?

Stu Pickles: [Nigel sets Tommy down; As Tommy starts to walk over to his family, he offers Nigel to take his hand and bring him over] He's ours. Come here, champ.

Marianne Thornberry: Honey, I'd like you to meet Stu Pickles. He made the coconut radio that saved your lives.

Nigel Thornberry: [honored] Terribly grateful, Mr. Pickles. I have a feeling I wouldn't be here without this little chap, either.

Angelica Pickles: [last words] Pickles, you might grow up to be just like Nigel Strawberry after all.

Tommy Pickles: Thanks, Angelica. But I think I'll grow up to be just like my daddy.

Drew Pickles: Well, bro, I got to hand it to you...

Chaz Finster: I'm so proud of you, Stu.

Marianne Thornberry: Oh, Nigel, I was so worried.

Nigel Thornberry: I confess, I was, too. I hated the thought of our last family meal being shortchanged because we had to go find a leopard.

Marianne Thornberry: Your father's right. We lost sight of what's important: Spending time together. Okay, everyone. Let's pack up. We're going on vacation!

Charlotte Pickles: How about...

All: The Lipschitz Cruise!

Debbie Thornberry: We're leaving to go on vacation. Oh, yeah, right on.

Spike: Well, Eliza, as dog is my witness, I'll never lose my babies again!

Stu Pickles: Okay, here's the plan. We'll transfer force from the bi-pedal energy generator. to the dual reduction chamber. The resulting compressed atmospheric matrix will transverse the tubular transport mechanisms, which you gentlemen will connect of the deflated pontoon. This will increase the displacement coefficient of the Comvee and it will rise aided by a fulcrum-driven counter balance weighted with coconuts!

Howard DeVille: Let's go it!

Marianne Thornberry: It's perfect, but... how are we going to inflate a pontoon with a hole in it?

Nigel Thornberry: [after regaining consciousness, back to his normal self] Who are all you positively adorable children?

Susie Carmichael: We're shipwrecked. We went all over the island looking for you.

Angelica Pickles: I saved them, but then Carmichael tried to drive this tub-boat and now...

Susie Carmichael: We just want to go home.

Nigel Thornberry: Well, of course you do, young lady. And so we shall. Hmm. Bit of a pickle. No fuel left. The radar appears to be knocked out, which means I have no idea where we are and we're almost out of oxygen.

Angelica Pickles: I'm bored.

Nigel Thornberry: Yes, and there's that, too.

Debbie Thornberry: [through radio] Angeli-tiki, come in! What's going on down there?!

Nigel Thornberry: Deborah? Is that you?

Debbie Thornberry: [happily; on radio] Dad! You're back to normal! Well, Dad-normal anyway.

Marianne Thornberry: [takes the coconut radio; relieved] Oh, Nigel, thank goodness you're all right. Can you bring her to the surface?

Nigel Thornberry: [through radio] Impossible at the moment, dearest. You'll have to engage the automatic-retrieval system in the Comvee. And I don't want to alarm anyone, but we're a tad low on oxygen down here.

Marianne Thornberry: [she and Betty dive into the water and swim to the sunken Comvee; they found a ripped hole in the pontoon and return to the surface] Copy that. We'll get you as soon as we can. Over and out. Okay, we have to raise the Comvee. No go. The pump's destroyed and there's a huge rip in the pontoon.

Charlotte Pickles: What, it's ripped?

Drew Pickles: Hang on. The professor's getting an idea.

Marianne Thornberry: [filming some oysters spewing water; Donnie runs past with Howard chasing him; The grownups stop and see her; surprised] Well, it's not a clouded leopard, but at least I'll have a film of something. Donnie?! What? This is supposed to be a deserted island.

Charlotte Pickles: Oh, thank heavens! We're part of an elaborate television stunt designed to humiliate us.

Marianne Thornberry: [The grownups all start talking at once to introduce themselves] Who are you (people)? Hold it! My name is Marianne Thornberry. From the nature show?

Didi Pickles: We're shipwrecked.

Betty DeVille: Can you help us, Marianne?

Marianne Thornberry: [on walkie-talkie] Of course. Our camp is nearby. Debbie, come in.

Debbie Thornberry: [through walkie-talkie] Oh, Mom. What's up?

Marianne Thornberry: I need you to bring the Comvee over to the east beach.

Debbie Thornberry: Uh, that may be a problem.

Marianne: [through walkie-talkie] Don't worry about cleaning up.

Debbie Thornberry: Oh, thanks, but that's not the problem.

Marianne Thornberry: [to the grownups] Just get here, now. My daughter will bring our trailer and my husband will be along soon and...

Stu Pickles: Behold, fellow islanders! I, Stu Pickles, I have built us a radio!

Didi Pickles: Stu, who's watching the kids?

Stu Pickles: Oh, Angelica said she'd take care of them.

Kira Finster: Chuckie?! Where are you?!

Didi Pickles: Oh, this is very strange. I feel like this has happened before.

Spike: [sighs] Look at them...chasing their own tails. If only I could tell them that it doesn't work. I know, I've done it. I've chased my tail a million times. It does not work.

Stu Pickles: It's getting a signal!

Marianne Thornberry: I'm very impressed.

Didi Pickles: Oh, Stu's an inventor. Runs an ad in the shop-and-buy.

Marianne Thornberry: Girls, have you seen some children?

Debbie Thornberry: Just a bossy 3-year-old who has delusions of being a princess.

Charlotte Pickles: Angelica!

Angelica Pickles: [on radio] I'm the boss of this bathy thing!

Debbie Thornberry: That's her!

Susie Carmichael: [on radio] We haven't moved a bit, Angelica.

Didi Pickles: That's Susie!

Debbie Thornberry: She must have turned on the radio in the bathysphere!

Marianne Thornberry: [the grownups surround her daughters, all talking at once; settling them down] A 3-year-old's driving the bathysphere?! Hey! It's no problem. We can track them by radar from the Comvee.

Debbie Thornberry: [nervously] Uh, yeah. Except... I sunk the Comvee.

Marianne Thornberry: [shocked with anger] You what?!

Eliza Thornberry: Debbie, what happened?

Debbie Thornberry: I was taking care of this island princess and...

Eliza Thornberry: What's she doing in the bathysphere?

Debbie Thornberry: [scoffs] I didn't say I was taking care of her well.

Angelica Pickles: Where are the lights on this thing?

Angelica Pickles: Is that a CD player?

Debbie Thornberry: [suspicious] Yeah, for the best. You know an awful lot for an "island girl.

Angelica Pickles: Well, see, a TV washed up on the beach once, and the island king made the whole tribe watch it.

Debbie Thornberry: [after a short pause] Cool!

Angelica Pickles: I love this song!

Debbie Thornberry: Hey, me too!

Spike: Hey, chimp boy. Will you stop worrying? I know all about cats with a capital "K". Sit on a window sill, hack up a fur ball... Oh! That is very ferocious!

Eliza Thornberry: Spike, this isn't your regular housecat.

Spike: They all twitch their whiskers. One whisker at a time, just like you and me.

Nigel Thornberry: [a coconut falls and hits Nigel's head and Nigel falls] Heavens, what a fall. I must get to those babies.

Susie Carmichael: [echoing] Are you okay, Mr. Strawberry?

Nigel Thornberry: [talks like a baby, due to the amnesia; makes a three] She called me "mister". Silly Billy. I'm only this... ...many years old.

Darwin Thornberry: Eliza! You'll never believe what I just saw! There's a little girl at camp, and she's a miniature Debbie! In every way. She's bossy, she's loud… she's hideous!

Eliza Thornberry: [sees him down below] Darwin, look!

Darwin Thornberry: A dog?

Eliza Thornberry: What's he doing here?

Darwin Thornberry: [shudders and groans] Oh, spreading his fleas on an unsuspecting world.

Eliza Thornberry: Come on!

Spike: [startled] Hey, hey, hey! Could you give a dog a little warning? I'm trying to do my business here!

Eliza Thornberry: Oh, I'm so sorry.

Spike: [chuckles; realizes] You know, it's funny. For a minute there, I thought I actually heard you talking to me. You talking to me? Are you talking to me?

Eliza Thornberry: Yeah, I can talk to animals. It's a long story. Should we come back?

Spike: Ah, no problem; I'm done. I was just marking. Spike was here! Uh, sorry. I know...Where are my manners? I am Spike. Full name: Down, Spike. Down! Get off that couch!

Eliza Thornberry: [giggles] I'm Eliza, and this is Darwin.

Darwin Thornberry: [smiles, before Spike sneezes] Spike was here too.

Stu Pickles: It's obvious! The first thing to do is build a signal fire.

Drew Pickles: You know what else is obvious? You're an idiot.

Didi Pickles: We have to find something to eat. All I saved are a couple of jars of baby food.

Howard DeVille: [cheerfully] I never knew strained peas and apricots went so well together!

Kira Finster: Oh, you ate the baby food?!

Howard DeVille: Babies don't need food. I have to keep my strength up for when you try to throw me into the soup pot!

Didi Pickles: He's delusional.

Drew Pickles: [angrily points to Stu] This is all your fault!

Stu Pickles: [insulted] My fault?!

Charlotte Pickles: Whose idea was the Stu Cruise to Doom?

Didi Pickles: [offended] Oh, I would expect that from the Finsters or the DeVilles, but Charlotte!

Drew Pickles: I knew this day was coming since you were in diapers!

Kira Finster: [irritated] I should have never left Paris!

Betty DeVille: This is the Circle of Chaos. If we're going to survive on this island, we can't ever step foot in the Circle of Chaos.

Chaz Finster: [steps out of the circle] Wow. I feel calmer already.

Betty DeVille: We don't know when we'll get off this island. Until we do, we're gonna need order. First thing we need is a leader. Any volunteers?

Didi Pickles: Stu, put down your hand.

Charlotte Pickles: I nominate Betty.

Debbie Thornberry: [as Donnie throws a muffin at her; enraged; Donnie throws some muffins into the air and they fall on her; at her limit] DONNIE!!! I did not slave over a hot oven to feed the birds! When I write about my life-- and I will-- I will not be kind.

Eliza Thornberry: Debbie, they're here!

Debbie Thornberry: [exits the Comvee, holding a tray of coconut muffins and herbal tea] Ta-da! Homemade coconut muffins and fresh herbal tea.

Marianne Thornberry: Debbie, this is so sweet.

Nigel Thornberry: [drinks some tea and scarfs a muffin; mouthful] Oh, and these look heavenly. Afraid we must eat and run.

Marianne Thornberry: [pours a bowl of muffins into her arm and eats one; mouthful] Mmm. Ooh, really delicious, honey.

Eliza Thornberry: But you guys just got here!

Marianne Thornberry: [sighs; sighs again] I know, but the Foundation is expecting that footage today, and we still haven't got it. Nigel, I think we should split up.

Nigel Thornberry: [having to have heard that; Marianne stares at him] Dearest! I thought we were so happy. Oh... You mean to look for the leopard, don't you?

Debbie Thornberry: I can't believe this! You're always working. When's the last time we took a vacation?

Marianne Thornberry: But, Debbie, we travel all over the world.

Debbie Thornberry: I want a family vacation! You know, where we fight over the bar of hotel soap.

Eliza Thornberry: And Debbie hogs all the good towels?

Debbie Thornberry: And we order room service.

Eliza Thornberry: And we do dorky family activities?

Debbie Thornberry: Yes! Dorky sounds really good right now.

Marianne Thornberry: Well, girls, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you felt this strongly. I promise, as soon as we find the leopard, we'll do dorky family activities.

Nigel Thornberry: It's settled then.

Didi Pickles: Where are we?

Charlotte Pickles: Oh, isn't it obvious? The palm trees, the white sand, the crystal blue water... Why, we've landed on an island resort!

Betty DeVille: Place looks pretty deserted.

Charlotte Pickles: [echoes] Oh, Betty. The best ones always are. Just look for a cabana boy carrying towels. Hello! I could use a double espresso, chop-chop.

Stu Pickles: [takes out a map] Don't worry, I've got a map. We'll figure this out. We left here. We capsized here. I know exactly where we are. See? We're on this tiny little island called... "Uninhabited.

Didi Pickles: You mean we're the only people here?

Charlotte Pickles: [sees the lifeboat has disappeared and gasps] Well, we'll just have to get back in the boat and row to another island. One with coffee. Drew, the lifeboat's gone!

Charolette: [comforting Angelica after Spike accidentally knocks her Cynthia doll into the ocean, making her upset; she, Drew and everyone else glare angrily at Stu for ruining their vacation] There, there, Princess. We've all lost something today. Why, I lost my cell phone with free minutes, and Daddy lost his favorite sun visor, and Uncle Stu lost all our respect.

Stu Pickles: I can't help feeling partially responsible.

Howard DeVille: Captain Stu, I can't hold the wheel!

Drew Pickles: Will you stop calling him Captain?! He has no idea what he's doing!

Stu Pickles: I do so! Does anybody know where the brakes are on this thing?

Charlotte Pickles: [gasps in horror at something coming towards them] Jonathan, why aren't you answering the phone?! I need you to divert a tropical storm!

Stu Pickles: It's a 40-foot wall of water!

Chaz Finster: We're gonna need a bigger boat.

Betty DeVille: Everyone, GET BELOW!

Charlotte Pickles: [trips on Dil's binky, accidentally let goes of her phone and it falls into the ocean; screams] Phone overboard! PHONE OVERBOARD!

Drew Pickles: [after Charlotte shoves him aside] CHARLOTTE, FORGET THE PHONE!

Charlotte Pickles: [begins to dive in but Betty stops her just in time, grabbing her by the ankle] JOHNATHAN!

Debbie Thornberry: [after Marianne hangs up; scoffs] She totally hung up on me! And I was having a sensitive moment.

Eliza Thornberry: Debbie, you are so self-centered.

Debbie Thornberry: [scoffs offensively] I am not! Okay, what's the monkey saying about me?

Debbie Thornberry: Hang on a sec, Mom. I'm picking up some lame-o soap opera.

Marianne Thornberry: [through walkie-talkie] What is it this time, Debbie?

Debbie Thornberry: [sets some bread and a jar of peanut butter on the table] Okay. I made everyone dinner, so, I shouldn't have to clean up too, right?

Eliza Thornberry: Mom, all she did was hand us a jar of peanut butter.

Marianne Thornberry: Can we talk about this when your father and I get home?

Debbie Thornberry: Yeah. Any ETA on that? Cause you've been gone since, like, yesterday.

Marianne Thornberry: [filming Nigel as they run along] We're still looking for the leopard at… Oh, Nigel! Over there! What's that?

Nigel Thornberry: [moves a tree limb out of the way and it hits Marianne in the face] That's… I see spots! Watch out for that limb, dearest.

Chaz Finster: [gestures to Kira suffering seasickness] I can't believe you did this without consulting us, Stu. Look at poor Kira. This was supposed to be our honeymoon.

Stu Pickles: Sorry, Chaz. And here I was hoping you'd be my first mate.

Chaz Finster: Me? Really?

Drew Pickles: [annoyed] Snap out of it, Gilligan. At the next port, we're getting off this rinky-dink tub, and getting on the Lipschitz Cruise.

Charlotte Pickles: Oh, and, Johathan, don`t think that just because I'm on a luxury Lipschitz cruise in the South China Seas I won't be checking messages, E-mailing, and carrier pigeons on the hour.

Drew Pickles: Honey, I thought we were going to leave work behind for seven fun-filled days.

Charlotte Pickles: Silly, that's not all work. I sighed up for every spa treatment, culminating in the Salem Retreat, where you're pressed between layers of hot rocks.

Didi Pickles: Seems bewitching. But aren't we all going to be busy with our children?

Betty DeVille: Deed, that's what the Kidsatoriaum is for. Each morning, we drop off the pups and head for the all-day breakfast buffet. I'm here they make a mean egg yolk omelette.

Kira Finster: We signed the kids up for pirate play and pillage class.

Chaz Finster: It teaches tolerance for the Peg Leg.

Howard DeVille: Well, I am going to use the whole 7 kid-free days to reshape my physique.

Betty DeVille: Could happen, if the Earth was created in 6.

Stu Pickles: Everyone all set?

Didi Pickles: I think we all should thank my husband, Stu, for arranging this wonderful get away.

Stu Pickles: No, you can thank me by have the time of your life.

Dr. Lipschitz: [over PA] Welcome! Bienvenue! Willkommen! Welcome aboard the world-renowned Dr. Lipschitz's Cruise!

Didi Pickles: Stu must have taken Spike for one last potty run. I'm sure he'll be right back.

Drew Pickles: [pacing around] He better. He's got all our tickets.

Tommy Pickles: That sure is a nice camera, Susie.

Susie Carmichael: Thanks, Tommy. My mommy got it for me so she can see everything she's missing.

Chuckie Finster: [concerned] How come she and your daddy can't come on the cruise with us?

Susie Carmichael: Well, my mommy's getting a special award cause she discovered a new disease, and my daddy's cutting the ribbon at the Dummi Bear Theme Park opening. But I wanted to come with you guys!

Angelica Pickles: [singing; speaking] And we're so glad you did, Susie Carmichael. Now, here. Hold the spotlight on Lounge Singer Cynthia. Dresses and shoes are the only things. That I'll share... That's my rules.

Susie Carmichael: Oh, I wonder if it's too late to call my mommy.

Angelica Pickles: [first words] What are you diaper bags screaming bout?

Chuckie Finster: We're about to get eaten by that ferocious Siberian tiger.

Angelica Pickles: Were you pretending to be Nigel Strawberry again, Tommy?

Tommy Pickles: Yeah, it's my hero and when I grow up I want to be just like him.

Angelica Pickles: [leans forward and blows a raspberry in Tommy's face causing him to fall and tumble backwards into the sandbox] Pickles, you're not Nigel Strawberry. You're not even a Nigel Raspberry! You're never gonna have real adventures, you're just a backyard baby with a diaper Full of Dreams.

Phil DeVille: Wow. She's mean. Now, who wants to go look for cookies under stuff?

Lil DeVille: I do!

Phil DeVille: Okay, come on, follow me!

Nigel Thornberry: [On TV; As Tommy goes around to look at the TV Nigel is seen running from a jaguar before he then jumps into a boat as the scene cuts back to Tommy as Tommy smiled before it cuts back to the TV once more.; then falls into the river water; gets back up as he is then seen fighting off alligators] The Panthera onca, commonly known as the jaguar seems determined to feast on my nether region, but not to worry. Well, faithful viewers our journey was a smashing success. Until next time, this is Sir Nigel Thornberry of Sir Nigel Thorny berries Animal World.

Lou Pickles: Why, hello, scout. Boy, rest your eyes for a second and ol Thornberry's gator bait. Hey, boy that Sir Nigel gets in some real scrapes out there in the wild but he always manages to wiggle out of trouble somehow.

Tommy Pickles: Come along, faithful viewers, on our journey through the rainforest as we search for that very unusual creature, the three-toed sloth.

Tommy Pickles: Ah, there he is. Teeming with life. Let's get a closer look, shall we?

Chuckie Finster: Oh, no, you don't! Cut! CUT!

Tommy Pickles: Don't worry, Chuckie, I'm Nigel Strawberry! Wild animal expert!

Tommy Pickles: And because I'm an expert, I think, everybody into the truck!

Chuckie Finster: Go! Go! Go!

Tommy Pickles: Jump, Tommy, jump!

Lil DeVille: Say something, Nigel.

Tommy Pickles: I can hear the tiger's running feet, see his sharp teeth, and oh, oh... I feel a cool breeze.

Tommy Pickles: Not to worry, guys.

Kimi Finster: Oh, no!

Lil DeVille: It's coming back!

Tommy Pickles: But that was my onliest cute toy.

Chuckie Finster: Then feed him, Phil!

Phil DeVille: I heard that.

Tommy Pickles: That way! Through the swamp!

Lil DeVille: Nigel, why are we sinking?

Tommy Pickles: Quicksand! I should have known! Guys, hang on to me!

Spike: Woof! That's right, I said woof!

Spike: [Last lines; The babies cheer] Well, Eliza. As dog as my witness, I'll never lose my babies again!

Spike: I ate one of Chuckie's diapers once and, let me tell you, that is spicy.

Spike: I am Spike. Full name: Down, Spike, down! Get off that couch!

Angelica Charlotte Pickles: [first words] What are you diaper-bags screaming about?

Thomas Malcolm "Tommy" Pickles: Look! It's Nigel Strawberry! We found him!