Anita Quotes in Biker Boyz (2003)

[after finding out that her son has been racing]

Anita: Do you know what we call bikers in the ER? Organ donors!

Anita: My name's Anita. What's yours?

Bruce: They call me Bruce.

Anita: Bruce? Like Bruce Lee.

Bruce: Of course.

Anita: Then you must know kung fu.

Bruce: Yes, I stepped in some yesterday.

Anita: Look, I'm a federal agent.

Freddy: Oh, my God.

Anita: The necklace I gave you was an electronic microphone. We've monitored all your conversations. We know your locations, all over the country.

Freddy: Oh, my God!

Bruce: Can't you say anything but, "Oh, my God"?

Anita: They used you, Bruce! You were their stooge! You weren't delivering flour, you were delivering cocaine. Drugs, Bruce.

Bruce: Drugs! Oh, my Buddah!

Anita: [after believing Roger is taking Perdy, holding up her purse] Now, release my dog, or I'll hit you again!

Roger: Your dog?

Anita: Yes. That is my dog, will you let her go?

Roger: Excuse me.

[lifts Perdy's leg as Pongo hides his head, turns back to Anita]

Roger: He's a she.

Anita: [nods] Mm-hmm.

Roger: [Pongo appears from behind Anita; miserably] Hello, Pongo.

[Pongo whines]

[first lines]

Television News Reporter: [on TV] We're all familiar with the illegal poaching of endangered animals in the wild, but never before has an animal in captivity been slaughtered for its pelt. Animal protection groups that monitor the international trade in game contraband have further told us that a white Siberian tiger is so rare that the offer of a pelt would surely draw the attention of law enforcement agencies.

[Perdy whimpers]

Television News Reporter: Shortly before dawn this morning security staff at London Zoo discovered the excoriated carcass of its prized three-year-old female Siberian tiger, Sue Ling.

[Perdy growls]

Television News Reporter: Police sources have suggested... that the killing was contracted by a private collector.

Anita: Oh, isn't that horrible? Who'd do a thing like that?

Television News Reporter: lf the battle to preserve endangered species has moved into the urban zoological park, we must ask ourselves if any animal in the world is safe. This is Tim Ryan, reporting from London Zoo.

Cruella De Vil: Be sure to let me know when the blessed event occurs.

Anita: [thinking that Cruella is talking about the baby] It won't be for another 8 months.

Cruella De Vil: The puppies, darling. I have no use for babies.

[last lines]

Nanny: And speaking of children...

Anita: Roger, darling, l've got the most wonderful news.

Roger: Look, Anita! Puppies everywhere!

Anita: There must be a hundred of them!

Nanny: One, two, three and four. Seven, eight, nine.

Roger: Two more. Nine plus two is eleven.

Nanny: Thirty Six over here!

Roger: Thirty Six and eleven? That's forty seven.

Anita: Fourteen. Eighteen, Rog.

Roger: Uh, eh sixty five!

Nanny: Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen!

Anita: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Six more.

Roger: Well, let's see, now. That's eighty four and fifteen plus two. A hundred and one!

Anita: A hundred and one? My, where did they all come from?

Roger: Oh ho, Pongo, you old rascal!

Anita: Cruella, isn't that a new fur coat?

Cruella De Vil: My only true love, darling. I live for furs. I worship furs! After all, is there a woman in all this wretched world who doesn't?

Cruella: Fifteen. Fifteen puppies! How marvelous! How marvelous! How perfectly ugh! Oh, the devil take it, they're mongrels. No spots! No spots at all! What a horrid little white rat!

Nanny: They're not mongrels! They'll get their spots. Just wait and see.

Anita: That's right, Cruella. They'll have their spots in a few weeks.

Cruella: Oh, well, in that case I'll take them all. The whole litter. Just name your price, dear.

Anita: I'm afraid we can't give them up. Poor Perdita, she'd be heartbroken.

Cruella: Anita, don't be ridiculous. You can't possibly afford to keep them. You can scarcely afford to feed yourselves.

Anita: Well, I'm sure we'll get along.

Cruella: [laughing] Yes, I know! I know! Roger's.

[laughing]

Cruella: Roger's songs!

[laughs again]

Cruella: When can the puppies leave their mother? Two weeks? Three weeks?

Roger: Never.

Cruella: What?

Roger: W-w-we're n-not s-selling t-the puppies. N-n-not a sing - a single one. Do you understand?

Cruella: Anita, is he serious? I really don't know Roger.

Anita: Well Cruella, he seems...

Cruella: Surely he must be joking!

Roger: No, no, no. I-I-I mean it. You're-you're not getting one. N-n-not one. And that's - that's final!

Cruella: Why, you horrid man! You - you - All right, keep the little beasts for all I care!

[she rips up the cheque]

Cruella: Do as you like with them! Drown them!

[she walks up to Anita]

Cruella: But I warn you, Anita, we're through. I'm through with all of you! I'll get even. Just wait. You'll be sorry! You fools! You - you idiots!

Cruella De Vil: Anita, darling!

Anita: How are you?

Cruella De Vil: Miserable, darling, as usual, perfectly wretched.

Roger: Oh, must be Cruella, your dearly devoted old schoolmate. Cruella De Vil. That's it!

[sings]

Roger: Cruella De Vil / Cruella De Vil / If she doesn't scare you, no evil thing will.

Anita: Oh, Roger!

Roger: To see her is to take a sudden chill / Cruella, Cruella / She's like a spider waiting for the kill.

Anita: Roger, she'll hear you.

Roger: Look out for Cruella De Vil.

Roger: At first you think Cruella is a devil / But after time has worn away the shock / You come to realize / You've seen her kind of eyes / Watching you from underneath a rock.

Anita: You're no help.

Roger: This vampire bat, this inhuman beast / She ought to be locked up and never released / The world was such a wholesome place until / Cruella, Cruella De Vil.

Roger: [singing] Ti tum ti ta ti / Ta tum ti ta tum.

[whistles]

Roger: Do you like my new song?

Anita: Ta tum ti ta tum. Such clever lyrics.

Roger: Melody first, my dear, and then the lyrics. Hmmm?

Anita: Oh, Roger, you are an idiot.

Anita: Roger, I admit she's eccentric, but she isn't a thief!

Roger: Well, she's still #1 suspect in my book!

Anita: Well, she's been investigated by Scotland Yard. What more do you want?

Roger: Oh, I don't know, darling. I don't know.

Anita: [as the soot covered Dalmatians barge into the Radcliffe house] What on earth?

Roger: What's with the Labradors?

Nanny: No, they're all covered in soot. Look, here's Lucky!

Roger: [wipes off Pongo's face] Why, Pongo Boy, is that you? Oh-ho! Pongo! Pongo! It's Pongo!

Anita: [wipes off Perdita's face] And Perdy! Oh, my darling!

Nanny: [dusts off the puppies one by one] And Rolly, and Penny, and Freckles! Oh, ho, ho! They're all here!

Roger: It's a miracle!

Anita: Oh Rog, what a wonderful Christmas present!

Anita: Oh, it'll be at least three weeks. No rushing these things, you know.

Cruella De Vil: [chuckles] Anita, you're such a wit.

[calls Pongo]

Cruella De Vil: Here dog, here. Here, dog.

Pongo: [Growls at Cruella angrily]

Roger: We'll buy a big place in the country. We'll have a plantation. A Dalmatian plantation!

Anita: Oh, Roger, that's truly an inspiration.

Nanny: It'll be a sensation!

[laughs]

Roger: We'll have a Dalmatian plantation. A Dalmatian plantation, I say.

Cruella: [over the phone] Oh, Anita, what a dreadful day. I just saw the papers. I couldn't believe it.

Anita: Yes, Cruella, it was quite a shock.

Roger: What does she want? Is she calling to confess?

Anita: Roger, please!

Roger: Oh, she's a sly one, she is!

Anita: Oh, I'd like a nice fur, but there are other nice things...

Cruella De Vil: Sweet, simple Anita! I know, I know! This horrid little house is your dream castle! And poor Roger is your bold and fearless Sir Galahad!

[laughs]

Anita: Oh, Cruella...

Cruella De Vil: And then of course, you have your little spotted friends...

[She peers at a picture of Pongo and Perdita and blows smoke around it]

Cruella De Vil: Yes I must say, such perfectly beautiful coats...

Nanny: The puppies are here! The puppies are here!

Roger: How many?

Nanny: Eight.

Roger: Eight?

[Pongo barks]

Roger: Pongo boy! Eight puppies!

Nanny: Ten.

Anita: Eleven!

Nanny: Eleven!

Roger: Eleven? Eleven puppies! Pongo, you old rascal!

Nanny: Wait a minute now. Wait a minute... Thirteen! No, no, no, fourteen. Oh, fifteen!

Roger: Fifteen?

Nanny: [chuckles to Pongo] And the mother is doing fine, love.

[Pongo walks around like he's drunk]

Roger: Why, Pongo boy, that's marvelous! It's fabulous! What a litter!

Nanny: [enters with a puppy under a blanket] Fourteen. Just fourteen. We lost one.

[hands it to Roger]

Nanny: Oh, the poor little thing.

[the room goes silent]

Roger: Oh, Pongo, boy, it's just one of those things. And yet... and yet I wonder...

[Roger starts rubbing the puppy for a little while, until suddenly, it starts to move]

Roger: Look, Pongo!

[the puppy is alive]

Roger: Anita! Nanny! Fifteen! We still have fifteen!

Anita: Oh, the dear thing is alright!

Roger: See? He's just as good as new!

Anita: Can you imagine, Rog? Fifteen puppies!

[at a meeting with the assistant principal, who's got a big unsightly growth on her face]

Anita: I'm Anita Hoargarth.

Buck Russell: [Staring at it] I'm Buck Melanoma. Moley Russell's wart. Not her wart. Not her wart! I'm... I'm the wart. She's my tumor. My... my growth. My... uh, my pimple. I'm Uncle Wart. Just old Buck "Wart" Russell. That's what they call me, or Melanoma Head. They'll call me that. "Melanoma Head's coming." I'm s... uncle! Maisy Russell's uncle!

Anita: Just tell him what you intend.

Maude: I don't intend anything. I looked at all the brochures, I don't like anything.

Anita: But that's ridiculous darling. You have hobbies. Just tell him your hobbies, for Christ sake.

Maude: Death.

Anita: She's kidding. Darling, what are you interests.

Maude: Suicide.

Anita: Since when?

Maude: Don't know. Just now I guess.

Anita: You're very talented, you know. I always knew it. And very determined. So unlike your father and me. And do you know I think that you're the strangest one in our family.

Maude: I'm sorry.

Anita: You don't have to be sorry.

Maude: No, I am mom. I think I made the very ordinary decision of being an ungrateful teenager.

Anita: Well, we've all done it, darling. And I was being a little bit of a C-word, at any rate.

Maude: I was, too.

Anita: Yes you were, too. And so were you.

[singing]

Bernardo: I'd like to go back to San Juan.

Anita: I know a boat you can get on!

Anita: [sobbing bitterly] Bernardo was right, If one of you was lying in the street bleeding, I'd walk by and spit on you.

Maria: My brother is a silly watchdog!

Bernardo: Ah, my sister is a precious jewel!

Anita: What am I, cut glass?

Anita: You have your big important council. The council,

[kiss]

Anita: or me.

[kiss]

Bernardo: First one,

[kiss]

Bernardo: then the other.

[Tries to kiss her, she pulls away]

Anita: Ah, I'm an American girl now, I don't wait.

Bernardo: Ah, back home women know their place.

Anita: Back home little boys don't have war councils.

Bernardo: Ah, but they do here. You want me to be an American, don't you?

Maria: If Chino hurts him, if he touches him, I swear to you I'll...

Anita: You'll do what Tony did to Bernardo?

Maria: I love Tony.

Anita: I know. I loved Benardo.

Anita: Come in, come in! We won't bite you until we know you better.

Bernardo: [singing] Everyone there will give big cheers!

Anita: [singing] Everyone there will have moved here!

Anita: We came with our hearts open!

Consuelo: With our arms open!

Pepe: [to Consuelo] You came with your mouth open!

Bernardo: [singing] Everywhere grime in America / Organised crime in America / Terrible time in America

Anita: You forget I'm in America

Anybodys, Tomboy: [spitefully] Bernardo's girl wants to help?

Action: Even a greaseball's got feelin's.

Anybodys, Tomboy: But she wants to help get Tony!

Anita: [panicking] NO!

Olmo Dalco: [leading a procession with Anita down a street in the early morning] Wake up! Wake up and come out!

Anita: [announcing the deaths of seven elderly Communists by arson] All of them murdered by the Fascists! Murdered by the Fascists!

Anita: Don't the hippopatami bother you?

Anita: Why hasn't your father come back?

Marta: He has his farm and horses in Kenya. He raises flowers. But I'm afraid something's going to happen. They've all got their revolvers. All of them, again.

Vittoria: All who? The white or the colored?

Marta: The six million Negroes want to throw out the 60,000 whites. We're lucky they're still in trees and have barely lost their tails or they'd have already thrown us out.

Anita: About time, too.

Marta: I'll just say one thing. There are about ten leaders who've studied at Oxford. The others are all monkeys - six million monkeys.

Vittoria: But if you like it there, they must be charming monkeys.

Tyrone: I'm clumsy sometimes. Sometimes it takes me a while to get the gears going and everything. You all seem like very nice people - I think.

Anita: Gee, thanks.

Demon: You're gonna get it, bitch!

Anita: Lighten up, Demon, you'll feel a lot better after you shit.

Demon: I'll feel a lot better when I'm out of here. This shitbox is gross.

Anita: You better watch out for the snake that's going to crawl up that crapper and bite your ass.

Anita: What's wrong? Hey, you okay?

Demon: It's them damn enchiladas.

Lilly: Sawmill?

Anita: We sold our bodies, why couldn't we sell some wood?

Anita: The population of the United States is over 63 million people now.

Lilly: They sure ain't here.

Lilly: Are we going to find another saloon or what?

Cody Zamorra: I'm finished with that.

Anita: Me too.

Cody Zamorra: It takes money. Building a sawmill takes money.

Anita: I know, I'm probably just dreaming, but it's the closest thing to a plan we've got right now.

Cody Zamorra: Well, it could be that I got some... in Agua Dulce. Been wiring money there for years; over $12,000 by now.

Anita: Cody! Cody! Help!

Cody Zamorra: Leave her alone, Colonel.

Colonel Clayborne: I paid for a goddamned birthday kiss, and I'm gonna get it!

Cody Zamorra: You touch her again and you're a dead man.

[Colonel shoots twice at Cody, she shoots him in the chest]

Anita: [about Eileen] You'll see her again.

Lilly: It ain't likely.

Lilly: She ain't coming back.

Anita: She will.

Lilly: I'm going to get Eileen now, are you coming?

Anita: If Cody comes back and we're not here.

Lilly: Don't worry, she'll wait.

Anita: Why did you help me on the bridge? Because your heart speaks, yes? That's why I want you to stay here. Because I like you.

John McBain: [scoffs] Sure... because I'm so "good"-lookin'.

Anita: Ohh... You think I'm 16 years old, and I only dream of a man who is pretty as a postcard? No... I see inside. And what I see inside, querido, is very good. I want you to stay her for a long time.