
Kevin McCallister: Howdy do. This is Peter McCallister, the father. I'd like a hotel room please, with an extra large bed, a TV, and one of those little refrigerators you have to open with a key. Credit card? You got it.

Gordon Bombay: Keep swingin'. Maybe you'll give them a cold.

Ebenezer Scrooge: Spirit, tell me if Tiny Tim will live.
Ghost of Christmas Present: That is the future. My realm is the present. However, I see a vacant seat by the chimney corner and a crutch without an owner. If these shadows remain unaltered, I believe the child will die. But, what then? If he's going to die, he'd better do it and decrease the surplus population.

Jack Kelly: So what do you say, Spot?
Spot Conlon: I say... that what you say... is what I say.

Hampton Pig: Speak to me, Plucky.
Plucky Duck: Auntie Em, is that you?

Nick: Adam! Don't eat us.

Leslie Zevo: There's a madman at the factory, and it's no longer me.

Dick Nelson: That's my wife you got there! That's my planet you're blowing up! And that's... that's just some guy I met, but still, I think this thing has gone just a little too far.