Becky Quotes in Resident Evil: Retribution (2012)

Becky: I met your sister.

Rain: What?

Becky: She's not very nice.

[Becky comes up to Alice and embraces her]

Luther West: Who's this?

Becky: I'm Becky.

Luther West: Hi, Becky.

Becky: [points to Alice] This is my mom.

Luther West: Your mom? Ah.

Alice: Long story.

Becky: [looks at a track of Alice clones] Mommy, who are they? Mommy, is that you? You're my mommy, aren't you?

Alice: I am now.

Ward: Will, that was incredible!

Becky: Incredibly foolish! You could have been killed Will Stoneman.

Will Stoneman: Well how many times is there an army truck in the middle of the street? I've been coming around this corner my whole life and has there ever been an army truck in the middle of the street?

Soldier: Nice piece of runnin' there. So, how old are you pal?

Will Stoneman: Seventeen

Soldier: Think you'll be ready to fight a war in a year?

Will Stoneman: I'm ready now, uh, war with who?

[Soldier laughs]

Soldier: Stay alive buddy, your country might need you.

Will Stoneman: [whistling Jack Stoneman's tune]

Becky: What you whistling?

Will Stoneman: I wasn't whistling anything.

Becky: It was your father's tune.

Will Stoneman: 'Cept I can't do it like he did.

Becky: Maybe you'll find your own way.

Mary Beth Dunhill: [Zeus is in the back of Mary Beth's boat; breathing "burrito breath" on her and Becky] Burritos? Do you smell burritos?

Becky: [chuckles] Yeah,

[Zeus burps; Mary Beth and Becky turn to see him. Mary Beth recognizes him as the dog who ruined her morning]

Mary Beth Dunhill: [chagrined] You little...

Becky: [petting Zeus; cooing] Oh, you're so cute!

Mary Beth Dunhill: No, no, no, THIS dog is not cute. THIS DOG is the *Hound from Hell*!

Becky: [about Claude Carver] *HE* should be working with *sharks*!

Becky: Like, I am so through with him, Melissa. He asked me if I spoke French, then winked at me.

Becky: I swear, I didn't take anything!

Becky: I don't know what's going on here, I'm just trying to do my job.

Becky: I didn't do anything.

Officer Daniels: So I want you to do me a favor, and look around at where you are. That's where you are. Where we are, is at your house, searching it for your brother's drugs.

Becky: My brother doesn't do drugs.

Officer Daniels: Enough. *Enough*. Shut *up*. We have you with witnesses stealing from the restaurant. You aren't cooperating. You aren't helping us conduct our investigation. It's not good. All right, looks like we're gonna have to take you in. They'll look at your criminal record, determine how many hours you're gonna spend there in the jail...

Becky: I don't have a criminal record.

Officer Daniels: I'm just saying, they'll look at your criminal record, or lack of, look at your papers, decide how many hours you'll spend in jail, okay? I mean they are gonna haul you in, they'll look at how you cooperated today - I mean, all this is being recorded. You understand?

Becky: Yeah. I understand. But sir... *why*?

Officer Daniels: Why? Why are you going to jail? Because you're the one that's causing all the problems! Now if you want this over with sooner rather than later, you'll allow the person that I authorized to inspect you. To search you. And then, *maybe* then, you'll have a chance of getting out of this. You understand what I'm saying? You can go to jail or you can let this guy inspect you. You can go to jail or you can let this guy inspect you. That's it. Two choices. You're gonna do this? You're gonna take off the apron?

Becky: Yeah.

Becky: Did you really kill your mama?

Henry: I guess I did.

Becky: How'd it happen?

Henry: I stabbed her.

Becky: Otis said you hit her with a baseball bat.

Henry: Otis said that?

Becky: Yeah.

Henry: Well, he's mistaken.

Becky: Well don't tell him I told you. He made me promise.

[pause]

Becky: She must have treated you real bad.

Henry: She was a whore. My mama was a whore. But I don't fault her for that. It ain't what she done, but how she done it. Long as I can remember, she'd bring men up to the house. My daddy was there too, but it didn't matter none to her. She'd make me watch.

Becky: That's creepy.

Henry: She'd beat me too. A lot. She'd beat me when I wouldn't watch it. And sometimes she'd beat me, and make me wear a dress, and watch her doin' it. Then they'd laugh at me.

Becky: She made you wear a dress?

Henry: You think I'm lyin?

Becky: I feel like I know you, like I've known you for a long time. I feel like I've known you forever and ever.

Henry: Yeah. I killed my mama. One night. It was my 14th birthday. She was drunk, and we had an argument. She hit me with a whiskey bottle. I shot her. I shot her dead.

Becky: I thought you said you stabbed her.

Henry: Oh yeah, that's right, I stabbed her.

Becky: I love you, Henry.

Henry: I guess I love you too.

Becky: I don't want to talk about Leroy!

Otis: Okay, we don't have to talk about him! You hungry?

Becky: Yeah.

Otis: Good, I'm hungry too. I wonder if Leroy's hungry. (laughs)

Becky: I can't ever remember really liking my daddy. I wanted to, I really did. One time he bought me - when I was about five - he bought me an ice cream cone and I dropped it. And he slapped me and made me pick it up and eat it. I never liked my daddy. One time, when my mama was at work, and I was about 13, he'd come into my room and he, uh, told me to take my shirt off' 'cause he wanted to see how I was developed. And when I wouldn't, he got really mad and he-and he hit me. And he told me he had a right because he was my daddy and I was his daughter and, uh, he fed me and let me live in his house and he could do whatever he wanted... and he did. Then he started coming into my room a lot after that, and I didn't fight him because when I did, he just hit me. I was afraid I was gonna have a baby and that my baby would be deformed. But I never got pregnant. I tried to tell mama, but she didn't wanna hear about it. She pretended not to believe me but I knew she did. It sure is good to talk - to talk to you, Henry, because I know you're not judgemental or anything like that. I never would have married Leroy in the first place if I hadn't wanted to get away from daddy so bad.

Henry: Didn't get along with your daddy, huh?

[singing]

Tammy: Are you scared we're on live?

Tracy Turnblad: No, I'm sure I can cope.

Amber Von Tussle: Well, this show isn't broadacst in...

Tammy, Amber Von Tussle, Shelley, Noreen, Doreen, Vicki, Darla, Becky: [with the other council girls] Cinemascope!

Velma Von Tussle: I never drank one chocolate malt. No desserts for Miss Baltimore Crabs.

Jenna: [in the elevator] I'm Jenna, by the way.

Becky: [disdainfully] Yeah, I know. I'm Becky.

Jenna: How old are you, anyway?

Becky: 13.

Jenna: Me too!

Becky: [gives Jenna a strange look]

Jenna: Used to be, anyway.

Becky: I like your dress.

Jenna: That's because I have these incredible boobs to fill it out!

Jenna: Becky, can I ask you something?

Becky: Yeah, sure.

Jenna: Can you tell I'm wearing underwear, cos I totally am.

Becky: I think that's kinda the point!

Annie Reed: Now that was when people KNEW how to be in love. They knew it! Time, distance... nothing could separate them because they knew. It was right. It was real. It was...

Becky: A movie! That's your problem! You don't want to be in love. You want to be in love in a movie.

Becky: Verbal ability is a highly overrated thing in a guy, and it's our pathetic need for it that gets us into so much trouble.

Co-Worker: It's easier to be killed by a terrorist than it is to find a husband over the age of 40!

Annie: That statistic is not true!

Becky: That's right it's not true, but it feels true.

Becky: Your destiny can be your doom. Look at me and my Rick.

[as an Indian, ad-libbing during a Thanksgiving play]

Wednesday: Wait!

Amanda: What?

Wednesday: We cannot break bread with you.

Amanda: Huh? Becky, what's going on?

Becky: [whispered] Wednesday!

Wednesday: You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the road sides, you will play golf, and enjoy hot hors d'oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said, "Do not trust the Pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller."

Amanda: Gary, she's changing the words.

Wednesday: And for all these reasons I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground.

Wednesday: We don't hug.

Becky: Oh, they're just shy.

Pugsley: We're not shy.

Wednesday: We're contagious.

[Pugsley hits a bird during archery practice]

Becky: It's an American Bald Eagle!

Gary: But, aren't they extinct?

Wednesday: They are now.

Gary: [blows whistle] Attention! Hey! Listen up, everybody! I'm Gary Granger!

Becky: And I'm Becky Martin-Granger!

Gary: We're the owners and directors here at Camp Chippewa. America's foremost facility for - privileged young adults.

Becky: And we're all here to learn, to grow, and to just plain have fun!

Gary: 'Cause that's what being privileged is all about!

Gary: Yes, indeedy, just the ticket: "Bambi."

Becky: "Lassie Come Home."

Gary: "The Little Mermaid."

Wednesday: Stop it!

Joel: [motioning to Pugsley] He's only a child.

Wednesday: Hurry up!

Pugsley: I'm coming.

Joel: Wait!

Wednesday: Who's there?

Joel: Be careful. Tetanus.

[siren sounds]

Amanda: [walking toward Wednesday, Pugsley and Joel with Gary, Becky and Camp Children] There they are! I saw them sneak out.

Gary: Children, what do you think you're doing?

Wednesday: We have to see our family. It's very important.

Becky: More important than a summer of fun? More important than making new friends? More important than sharing?

Gary: And Joel Glicker. I'm surprised at you.

Joel: I-I have to get out of here. I have allergies.

Becky: [mockingly] Oh, you're allergic? To sunshine and archery and crafts?

Joel: Yes.

Amanda: I think they should be punished.

[starts chanting]

Amanda: Punish!

Camp Children: [chanting along with Amanda] Punish! Punish! Punish! Punish! Punish! Punish!

Becky: No! No! We are *not* here to punish. We are here to inspire.

Gary: Campers? Do you know what I think are little ninja friends here need? Do you know what just might turn their sad and potentially wasted little lives right all around?

Joel: What?

Camp Children: [singing in unison with Gary, Becky, and Amanda] Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya. Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya. Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya. Oh Lord, kumbaya.

[Wednesday reads a letter which she is holding in her hand]

Wednesday: "Dear Wednesday and Pugsley. I love you dearly, but I can never see you again."

Gary: [impatiently] Glicker, go!

[Joel gives up and flings the arrow at the ground]

Becky: Good try!

[Joel goes to the end of the line, as Pugsley takes the bow, and Wednesday finishes reading]

Wednesday: "When you are grown up and very lonely, you will understand. Love, Uncle Fester." He's a dead man.

Gary: [opens cabin door] Mail call.

[handing out mail]

Gary: Addams!

Becky: [handing out mail] Barclay, Cesselman, Calloway, Dexter, Donman, Edwards, Evans, Barclay, Finley, Fisher, Gingham, Ginley, Harper.

Wednesday: Oh, no.

Pugsley: What is it?

Wednesday: This is unspeakable.

Becky: Is something wrong, Wednesday? Bad news?

Wednesday: This is the worst thing that has ever happened in the history of human events. Uncle Fester's getting married.

Gary: A wedding? But that's great news!

Amanda: To whom?

Wednesday: The nanny.

Amanda: Get out of the cabin. I mean, I'll kill myself. The help?

Becky: I'm sure she's a very nice lady.

Amanda: I think that's disgusting. I think their whole family's like some weird medical experiment. I think they're like, circus people.

Pugsley: [menacingly] What did you say?

Becky: Campers! Group hug!

Gary: Wednesday... Pugsley. Will a hug hurt us?

Wednesday: We don't hug.

Becky: Oh, they're just shy.

Pugsley: We're not shy.

Wednesday: We're contagious.

Gary: I'm sensing some friction here. Somethin' not quite Chippewa.

Camp Children: Mm-hmm.

Gary: But, hey, no problemo. All they need are good friends, good fun, and a little time in the Harmony Hut.

Becky: Congratulations, you are fat. Would you like a fat medal?

Randal Graves: What? What is the big deal? Since when did it become a crime to say porch monkey?

Becky: Oh, I don't know, since forever?

Randal Graves: Why?

Dante Hicks: Because porch monkey's a racial slur against black people!

Randal Graves: No it's not! Nigger is.

Dante Hicks: Randal!

Randal Graves: What?

Elias: [to Randal] Excuse me, but did you just call Mr. Dante a nigger?

Becky: Shut up, Elias!

Randal Graves: No I did not just call Mr. Dante a nigger, I simply said that nigger is a racial slur towards black people.

Dante Hicks: So is porch monkey!

Randal Graves: Oh, it is not! Coon, spook, spade, moolie, jigaboo, nig-nog, *those* are racial slurs towards black people! Porch Monkey is not!

Becky: I'm disgusted and repulsed and... and I can't look away.

Becky: Fuck, I had to take a fuckin' order off a guy I blew after Junior Prom, once.

Randal Graves: Yeah, I've waited on your brother, too.

Becky: [on the roof about to teach Dante how to dance] Hey, Twelve-Step!

[Jay looks around confused]

Becky: Jay!

Jay: [looks up] Lord?

Becky: Up here, jackass.

Jay: [moves so he can see her] What the fuck are you doing up there? Yo, if you're gonna jump, let me get a crack at that pussy first! Lemme find out.

Becky: You still got your boombox?

[Silent Bob comes out with the boombox]

Becky: Play something and turn it way up.

[disappears, then comes back]

Becky: Something danceable!

Dante Hicks: Up here? Are you serious? You're gonna teach me to dance up here?

Becky: What? You want I should do it in front of all the customers?

Dante Hicks: What customers?

Becky: Shut up. Come over here. Okay, get ready for the music. You feel it... here. Here it comes.

[Heavy Metal begins to play. Jay and Silent Bob headbang and dance furiously]

Becky: Something a little less demonic, please?

Dante Hicks: [pause in dancing as he dips her; to Becky] I love you, Becky.

Becky: I'm pregnant, Dante.

[Dante drops Becky]

Randal Graves: I know you've given a blowjob, right?

Becky: I haven't even put my purse down, yet.

Randal Graves: That's a yes.

Randal Graves: [to Dante] And I know you've gone down on chicks.

Becky: What's your point?

Randal Graves: Well, when you're done chowing down on the no-no parts of your lover you kiss 'em, right? That's just like going ass to mouth.

Becky: Okay, I'm pretty sure you just compared a vagina to an asshole.

Randal Graves: And?

Becky: Have you restocked all the napkin holders yet?

Randal Graves: That's an Elias job!

Becky: That comparison of pink and brown eyes just made it a Randal job.

Elias: Zing!

Randal Graves: [to Elias] Shut the fuck up, GoBot!

Randal Graves: [to Becky] I could probably sue this whole corporation right now for sexual harassment. You're just making me restock the napkin holders because of my firmly held beliefs on the subject of ass to mouth.

Dante Hicks: You never go ass to mouth!

Randal Graves: Would you grow up?

Becky: Emma, I don't - I don't know what to say.

Emma: [on the verge of tears] Take him, fucking whore.

[throws her ring at Becky]

Randal Graves: The best part of this job is all the barely legal pussy that comes in here. And they all look up to me 'cause I've got a driver's license. It's awesome.

Dante Hicks: You're thirty-three.

Randal Graves: You show me one thirty-three year old chick who's buck wild in bed as your seventeen year old counterpie. Seventeen year olds nowadays are crazy. They even like it when you go ass-to-mouth.

Dante Hicks: Oh... My... God.

Randal Graves: What?

Dante Hicks: Are you serious?

Randal Graves: I don't fuck around when it comes to ass-to-mouth.

Dante Hicks: You never go ass-to-mouth.

Randal Graves: It's never my idea. These young girls, they get all horned up and they tell you to go ass-to-mouth.

Dante Hicks: You never go ass-to-mouth, Randal.

Randal Graves: You sound like my Mom.

[Becky enters]

Randal Graves: Becks, do you ever go ass-to-mouth?

Becky: You never go ass-to-mouth.

Randal Graves: You've never gone ass-to-mouth.

Dante Hicks: You never go ass-to-mouth.

Becky: I've never gone ass to mouth.

Randal Graves: Not even once?

Becky: Not even ever.

Randal Graves: You're both so repressive.

[to Becky]

Randal Graves: Alright look, I know you've given a blowjob, right?

Becky: I haven't even put my purse down yet.

Randal Graves: That's a yes.

[to Dante]

Randal Graves: And I know you've gone down on chicks.

Becky: What's your point?

Randal Graves: Well, when you're done chowin' down on the no-no parts of your lover, you kiss 'em, right? That's just like going ass to mouth.

Becky: Okay, I'm pretty sure you just compared a vagina to an ass hole.

Becky: [to Dante] Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, it's forgivable to go ass to mouth.

Randal Graves: [chuckling] Heh. I knew it.

Jay: Yo, you guys are gonna miss this shit! The big guy's gonna cornhole that ass! With his wiener!

Becky: [to Dante] Hold that thought.

Dante Hicks: We need to talk.

Becky: [referring to the donkey] Did you see the size of that cock?

Becky: You weren't the one that got mayo in your cooch.

Randal Graves: Do we have a mop?

Becky: Yeah it's in the closet with the other cleaning supplies.

Randal Graves: We have cleaning supplies?

Becky: While you guys were gone I had to wait on a guy I gave a blow-job to when I was in 9th grade.

Randal Graves: Yeah, I've waited on your brother before, too.

Becky: If you havent noticed, my right boob is way up here in Maine and my left boob is danglin' down here in Florida.

Cal: And you, late again. You are inches away from being fired missy.

Becky: Oh just try firing me, you old bucket of cheese.

Cal: Who are you calling a bucket of cheese you heifer? Now get to work before I fire your ass!

Becky: Calm down, you psychotic ape!

Becky: Dawn! You're beautiful! Your skin looks like a normal person's!

Dawn: Thank You!

Becky: Hiya there, Earl! We all just agreed that your hair is super attractive! Hooray for you! Whoo-hoo!

Dawn: [simultaneously with Becky] Whoo-hoo!

Dawn: I don't care if she is a pie genius. I wouldn't trade places with her.

Becky: No, me neither.

Becky: This is all fucked up. I'm gonna walk in wearing my pajamas like I'm fucking Michael Jackson.

Richard Vickers: I'll shoot you dead!

Harry: You can't shoot us dead, Richard...

Becky: ...because we're already dead!

Harry: We want to see you, Richard. We dug a hole for you, Richard...

Becky: ...on the beach!

Becky: [Zela has just told Becky and Jenny they're in danger] You can't tell people this shit! Lay off the crack pipe.

Jimmy Myers: [calming Becky down, who's tucked upside down in her car] Just stay still.

Becky: [shouting] You try and having your car rolled down a mountain and staying fucking still!

Paul: [after finding out they didn't do it] Then how did I get crabs?

Becky: You've got crabs?

Paul: Yeah. You gave me crabs.

Becky: I DO NOT HAVE CRABS!

Paul: You don't?

Becky: No. But if I do I'm going to hunt you down and kill your crabby ass.

[last lines]

The Salesman: [narrating] Turn the right corner in Sin City, and you can find anything...

The Salesman: Becky, care for a smoke?

Becky: [on cell phone] I love you too, mom.

The Salesman: [narrating, screen goes black] ... Anything.

Jack Rafferty: Come on in the car, baby.

Becky: I'm sorry. I do the day shift and it's been a long day. Besides, I don't do group jobs.

Jack Rafferty: Come on in and we can just have a nice talk.

Becky: I don't do talk jobs either.

Jack Rafferty: You want to see it? You wanna see what I got?

Becky: I've seen all shapes, all sizes.

Jack Rafferty: [pulls gun] You seen this one? Get in the car.

Becky: [after Jackie Boy pulls a gun on her] Oh, sugar, you just gone and done the dumbest thing in your whole life.

Dwight: [narrating] Dozens of them. Armed to the teeth. I'm outnumbered. Outgunned. But the alley is crooked, dark, and very narrow. They can't surround me. Sometimes you can beat the odds with a careful choice of where to fight.

Dwight: [holding Jackie Boy's head over the group of mobsters with Becky and Gail in tow] You can have Old Town! I don't care... just gimme the woman!

[Jackie Boy's head 'talks' with tape over its mouth]

Dwight: Shut up.

Gail: Dwight... don't do this.

Becky: Hey, wait a minute, something's not right...

Schutz: SHUT UP! Or I'll plug ya.

Manute: Of course, Mr. McCarthy. A fair trade. She's all yours.

Manute: [the head and Gail are exchanged. The group raise their guns] Now, if you'll explain to me why we shouldn't blow both of you to pieces?

Gail: Dwight... what have you done?

Dwight: Exactly what I had to... every step of the way.

Becky: No! It isn't right! There wasn't no tape over his mouth! How come there's tape over his mouth?

[Dwight produces Brian's remote and the head detonates from a hidden grenade, knocking back a few of the gangsters]

Dwight: [narrating] Where to fight counts for a lot...

Manute: Cute trick, McCarthy... but it will do you no good...

Dwight: [continuing] But there's nothing like having your friends show up...

[We see a battalion of armed Old Town girls surround the alley]

Dwight: With lotsa guns...

Manute: NO! McCarthy, you SHIT!

Becky: Sure, there's money. Sure, you can move my mom into Old Town, and let her know that her daughter's a goddamn whore.

Schutz: [sarcastically] Breaks your heart, doesn't it?

Becky: [after Gail bit her on the neck] You're crazy! You could have ripped my throat out you crazy whore!

Alisa: It's morning sickness.

Becky: But it's not morning.

Shop Assistant: [Very feminine voice] Congratulations! My wife is pregnant too.

Becky: Wife? I thought you were a batty-man.

Shop Assistant: Excuse me?

Becky: Aren't you gay?

Shop Assistant: No.

Becky: There's nothing wrong with it.

Shop Assistant: I know. I'm just saying...

Becky: Alright, calm down, yankee.

Shop Assistant: I'm CANADIAN.

Becky: Same thing!

Becky: If we turned our eyes from everyone that had made a mistake we'd have nowhere to look.

Becky: We've all done bad things, all of us. I'm sure you've done something bad that you don't want anyone to know about.

Becky: You know, in the movies the girl wakes up to the guy romantically watching her sleep with a cup of tea ready for when she wakes up... and I wake up to the guy sitting across the room staring at a blank TV screen with a cup of tea for himself.

Becky: What if Joe is right?

Alex: What if Joe is wrong? what if we are the ones who need to be punished... what if we are the fallen angels?

Becky: Tell me what you want, as fast as it comes to you.

Gilbert: Uhh...

Becky: Okay?

Gilbert: 'Kay.

Becky: Okay. What do you want?

[He's thinking about it]

Becky: Faster!

Gilbert: Okay. I want a new thing. House. I want a new house. And a family.

[He sighs heavily]

Gilbert: I want Momma to take aerobics classes. I want Ellen to grow up. I want a new brain for Arnie. I want...

Becky: What do you want for you? Just for you?

Gilbert: I want to be a good person.

Becky: I love the sky. It's so limitless.

Gilbert: It is big. It's very big.

Becky: Big doesn't even sum it up, right? That word big is so small.

Momma: [meeting for the first time] Hello.

Becky: Hi.

Momma: I haven't always been like this.

Becky: Well, I haven't always been like this, either.

Becky: It's okay,don worry about it.

Gilbert: no no I'm really... I'm really sorry

Becky: It's okay.

Gilbert: I'm really sorry.

Becky: Don't be sorry,Are you sorry?... no,I'm not sorry,he's not sorry,we're not sorry,don't be sorry.

Arnie: I'm not sorry

Becky: It's a praying mantis. Do you know how they mate? The male will sneak up on the female and she'll bite off his head and the rest of his body will keep on mating and when they're done... She'll eat him. She'll eat the rest of him.

Gilbert: Did you ever see a beached whale on television?

Becky: Yeah.

Gilbert: Yeah. That's her. That's my mom.

Becky: [pauses] What about your dad?

Gilbert: Uh, some other day. Some other day.

Gilbert: I had a nice time tonight.

Becky: I know.

[smiles]

Becky: Tell me what you want as fast as it comes to you.

Gilbert: I wanna be a good person.

Sara Crewe: Don't cry, Becky.

Becky: I'm scared. If Minchin throws me out, I got no place to go.

Sara Crewe: That's not true. I'm here with you. I've always thought of us as sisters.

Becky: You have?

Sara Crewe: Let's make a promise right now: to always look out for each other.

Becky: It's a promise.

[they embrace]

Becky: Sara... why don't you tell your stories anymore?

Sara Crewe: They're just make-believe. They don't mean anything.

Becky: Oh, but they've always meant something to me. There were days I thought I would die, until I heard you talk about the magic.

Sara Crewe: There is no magic, Becky.

[the girls have awoken to find the attic beautifully redecorated and a breakfast of sausages, muffins, and fruit awaiting them]

Sara Crewe: Look! Just what we ordered!

Becky: I'm a little scared about all of this.

Sara Crewe: Me, too. Do you think we shouldn't eat it?

Becky: I'm not that scared!

Becky: [after she and Sara place a board stretching across to Randolph's house] Sara, you'll fall!

Sara Crewe: I can do it. I'll come back for you. I promise.

[they embrace]

Luke: There's your fantasy, studly.

Cru: Me and Katie are like... special.

Becky: [Luke and Becky] ooh... special love

Becky: Is this an example of your bedside manner, doctor?

Dr. Miles J. Bennell: No, ma'am. That comes later.

Becky: I don't want to live in a world without love or grief or beauty, I'd rather die.

Dr. Miles J. Bennell: This is the oddest thing I've ever heard of. Let's hope we don't catch it. I'd hate to wake up some morning and find out that you weren't you.

Becky: [laughs] I'm not the high school kid you used to romance, so how can you tell?

Dr. Miles J. Bennell: You really want to know?

Becky: Mmm-hmm.

Dr. Miles J. Bennell: [after kissing her] Mmmm, you're Becky Driscoll, all right!

Becky: Miles, why don't you call Danny? Maybe he can help.

Dr. Miles J. Bennell: Danny? No. The way he was behaving last night... I'm afraid it's too late to call Danny too.

Becky: Well, what are you going to do?

Dr. Miles J. Bennell: Get help. I hope whatever's taking place is confined to Santa Mira!

Dr. Miles J. Bennell: [Upon learning that Becky is also divorced] Well, I guess that makes us Lodge Brothers now...

Becky: Yes.

Dr. Miles J. Bennell: Except that I'm paying dues while you collect them.

Becky: [laughing] Oh, Miles!

Becky: They're like huge seed pods!

Becky: I can't do it, I can't, can't, can't go on.

Dr. Miles J. Bennell: Yes, you can.

Dr. Miles J. Bennell: What'll you have? We're pushing appendectomies this week.

[Becky laughs]

Dr. Miles J. Bennell: I don't know, maybe I clown around too much, pretty soon my patients won't trust me to prescribe aspirin for them. Seriously, what's the trouble?

Becky: It's my cousin.

Dr. Miles J. Bennell: Wilma? What's the matter?

Becky: She has a, well I guess you call it a delusion, you know her uncle, Uncle Ira?

Dr. Miles J. Bennell: Sure, I'm his doctor.

Becky: Well Miles, she's got herself thinking he isn't her uncle.

Dr. Miles J. Bennell: How do you mean? That they're not really related?

Becky: No, she thinks he's an impostor or something, someone who only looks like Ira.

Dr. Miles J. Bennell: Have you seen him?

Becky: I just came from there.

Dr. Miles J. Bennell: Well, is he Uncle Ira or isn't he Uncle Ira?

Becky: Of course he is, I told Wilma that but it was no use.

Becky: Dude, take the trash out once in a while.

Becky: "Well I'll be a fig newton"

Becky: I'm sorry. Just sometimes I get so tired of hearing what Tommy and the stuffed bird did.

Sam: I see... I seem to recall a little girl who wouldn't go anywhere without Sebastian.

Becky: That was different.

Sam: Yeah, you're right. Sebastian wasn't the last gift your dad ever gave you.

[on the town's Civil War history]

Becky: Davis was a drunk. Lee was a drunk. Grant was a drunk. Sherman was also a drunk; Sherman just liked killing people the most.

Jesse: Jesus, Becky.

Becky: You are a rat, and the dumbest one of them, too! You are a boot-licker. A servant. And you will behave like one.

Shauna: You can't just go in there. You don't even know what it is.

Cindy: What's the worst it could be?

Shauna: I don't know. It could, like, be the Gates to Hell or something.

Becky: The Gates to Hell?

Shauna: Yeah, like a hole in the ground that leads right to Satan.

Cindy: You're thinking about a singles bar.