Quotes from Anthony Edwards movies and TV shows

Mark Greene: There are no small patients, Carter.
Dave Malucci: What about dwarves?

Jonathan: I thought he was KGB from Russia.
Al: He's a CPA from Encino... are you Crazy?

Jonathan: I would kill or die to make love to you.

Jonathan: Mon crayon est large.

Sasha: You must be Manolo.
Manolo: You must be Sasha.
Jonathan: You must be going.

Jonathan: Oh, Dad, I'm sorry. It was in my backpack when I jumped into the moat.
Maria: You, uh, jumped into a moat?
Al: You jumped in a moat with my Nikon?
Jonathan: Yeah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I had to... I... it's kind of a long story.
Al: I've got all night.

Jonathan: You're right, I'm on drugs. I'm a junkie, you know, I mainline, I freebase, I put cocaine on my cornflakes.

Harry Washello: I know how this sounds, but I answered the phone out there and the guy on the other end he was very, very frantic. He thought I was his dad for a minute, I think he just had the wrong area code.
Fred the Cook: Yeah, so what?
Harry Washello: So he was calling from a missile silo! He said that they were locked in, 50 minutes and counting, to shoot off their nuclear wad. We would be getting it back in an hour and 10. I mean he meant that we're at war! Nuclear war.

Julie Peters: People are gonna help each other, aren't they? Rebuilding things?
Harry Washello: I think it's the insects' turn.

Harry Washello: I was just wondering if you know if anyone here had a son named Chip.
Stewardess: I had an uncle named Chett.

Harry Washello: Does she always sleep this deep?
Lucy Peters: She took a Valium.

Lucy Peters: Wait a minute! You just tell me what the hell's going on.
Harry Washello: Mrs. Peters, in a half-an-hour there's going to be a full-on nuclear attack. The missiles are on their way now. L.A.'s going to be a desert again very soon.

Gib: I'm gonna miss you, Lance.
Lance: It's your own fault, you know. You should be coming out to California with me.
Gib: Yeah, right. Get a totally bitchin' education out there, dude. California. You could be coming to New England with me, you know.
Lance: Are you crazy? The Ivy leagues stink. All they got there are those ugly intellectual girls with Band-Aids on their knees from playing the cello. No thank you.

Brains: Fu-fu-nno way.

Goose: It's the bottom of the 9th, the score is tied. It's time for the big one.
Iceman: You up for this one, Maverick?
Maverick: Just a walk in the park, Kazansky.

Maverick: I feel the need...
Maverick and Goose: ...the need for speed!

Goose: The Defense Department regrets to inform you that your sons are dead because they were stupid.

Carole: Hey, Goose, you big stud!
Goose: That's me, honey.
Carole: Take me to bed or lose me forever.
Goose: Show me the way home, honey.

Slider: Goose, whose butt did you kiss to get in here anyway?
Goose: The list is long, but distinguished.
Slider: Yeah, well so is my Johnson.

Goose: Come on, Mav, do some of that pilot shit!