Mystery Woman: You contemptible pig! I remained celibate for you. I stood in the back of a cathedral, waiting, in celibacy, for you, with three hundred friends and relatives in attendance. My uncle hired the best Romanian caterers in the state. To obtain the seven limousines for the wedding party, my father used up his last favor with Mad Pete Trullo. So for me, for my mother, my grandmother, my father, my uncle, and for the common good, I must now kill you, and your brother.
Carol Peterson: He can't come out until he resembles the man that I married.
Art: Carol, We don't have that kind of time.
Carol Peterson: Where are you going?
Ray Peterson: I can't walk anywhere without you asking me where I'm going - I'm going to Paris, France, okay? I'm going to Banff, Canada, all right? That's where I'm going.
Carol Peterson: Are you taking the dog?
Ray Peterson: Yeah, yeah, I'm taking the dog for a walk.
[Princess Leia gets her first look at the Millenium Falcon.]
Princess Leia: You came in that thing? You're braver than I thought.
Princess Leia: Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You're my only hope.
Princess Leia: Aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?
Princess Leia: I'd as soon kiss a wookie!
Han Solo: I can arrange that!
Princess Leia: I love you.
Han Solo: I know.
Princess Leia: Why you half-witted, stuck up, scruffy looking...NERFHERDER!
Han Solo: Who's scruffy looking?
Marie: I don't think he's every going to leave her.
Sally Albright: I know he's never going to leave her.
Marie: You're right, you're right. I know you're right.
Harry Burns: Right now everything is great, everyone is happy, everyone is in love and that is wonderful. But you gotta know that sooner or later you're gonna be screaming at each other about who's gonna get this dish. This eight dollar dish will cost you a thousand dollars in phone calls to the legal firm of That's Mine, This Is Yours.
Marie: Harry.
Harry Burns: Please, Jess, Marie. Do me a favor, for your own good, put your name in your books right now before they get mixed up and you won't know whose is whose. 'Cause someday, believe it or not, you'll go 15 rounds over who's gonna get this coffee table. This stupid, wagon wheel, Roy Rogers, garage sale coffee table!
Jess: I thought you liked it?
Harry Burns: I was being nice!
Marie: All I'm saying is that somewhere out there is the man you are supposed to marry. And if you don't get him first, somebody else will, and you'll have to spend the rest of your life knowing that somebody else is married to your husband.
Marie: Everybody thinks they have good taste and a sense of humour but they couldn't possibly all have good taste.
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