Betsy Quotes in George of the Jungle (1997)

Narrator: Well, Ursula's fiancè is in prison, and there's a jungle man sleeping on her balcony. She could use a best friend right now.

Betsy: Hi.

Ursula Stanhope: Hi.

Betsy: I got here as fast as I could. Where is he?

Ursula Stanhope: Oh, he's in the waterf... he's in the shower.

Betsy: Not anymore.

Ursula Stanhope: Oh! George.

[sees him naked]

George: Bad waterfall. First water get hot, then George slip on this strange yellow rock.

[sees Betsy]

George: Oh. Hi, George of Jungle.

Betsy: Charmed, I'm sure.

Ursula Stanhope: George, hold this big book.

[he holds book covering his front part]

Ursula Stanhope: Cover the booty.

[puts bowl on behind]

Ursula Stanhope: Let's get you some clothes. Sorry, Betsy.

George: Bye.

Betsy: No problem.

[to herself]

Betsy: Now I can see why they made him king of the jungle.

Ursula Stanhope: So I'll tell my dad first thing in the morning.

Betsy: Make that second thing. First thing, I suggest you buy jungle man some clothes.

[George is wearing a dress]

George: Nice butt flap.

Betsy: You have been such a ROCK throughout this whole pregnancy. You are like my DWAYNE JOHNSON.

Isaac: Thank you!

Christine Ramsey: Jordan thinks that length is the most important. What do you think?

Betsy: I think width.

Christine Ramsey: Why width?

Betsy: Because Jordan thinks length.

Betsy: I want you to know I like a lot of, whatchamacallit, foreplay.

Bubba: [after massaging Betsy's boobs for a second] Is that enough?

Betsy: I guess so.

[they start making out passionately]

Betsy: I'm gonna give Bubba another chance.

Christine Ramsey: After what he did?

Betsy: What the hell. If I'm gonna forgive Bubba you can forgive Jim. Compared to Bubba Jim's a saint.

Christine Ramsey: Compared to Bubba anybody's a saint.

Christine Ramsey: Bets, have you ever really done it, all the way?

Betsy: Well, yes and no.

Christine Ramsey: Wha'd you mean yes and no? Don't you know?

Betsy: Bubba says we did it once and it was very good for both of us, but I was passed out I don't remember a thing.

Christine Ramsey: Well, it's not gonna be like that for me. What else does Bubba say?

Betsy: He says that I had three orgasms, that I begged him for mercy, and that I've never seen a man so well endowed.

Christine Ramsey: Well is he?

Betsy: Is he what?

Christine Ramsey: Is he well endowed?

Betsy: I don't really know. I mean not first hand. Just from what Bubba tells me.

Jack Singer: Do you know what a straight flush is? It's like... unbeatable.

Betsy: "Like unbeatable" is not unbeatable.

Jack Singer: Hey, I know that now, okay.

Jack Singer: I dreamt about my mother again last night.

Betsy: Was she vacuuming naked?

Jack Singer: No. She opened her eyes and I said, 'Mom, I'm gonna marry that girl,' and she smiled.

Betsy: Really?

Jack Singer: Yeah. Of course she was naked.

Jack Singer: Betsy, hi, so what's the story?

Betsy: I have to pack.

Jack Singer: We can leave! What did you work out?

Betsy: Um, he's taking me to Hawaii. It's only for a few days.

Jack Singer: Come on. You're so like blithe about this all of a sudden, like you don't give a damn.

Betsy: Of course I give a damn but this was not my idea okay, Jack. Poker was not my idea.

Jack Singer: Would you please stop crucifying me with this?

Betsy: Where's my bag?

Jack Singer: He's going to jump all over you the second he gets there.

Betsy: I won't let him. Oh please, Jack, give me a little credit.

Jack Singer: He'll overcome you. What happens if you start screaming? It's like a jungle over there. He probably has servants and bodyguards and believe me they will drug you.

Betsy: His son is going to be there, Jack. His grandaughter Tiffany will be there.

Jack Singer: She knows the kid's name already. Listen, you'll be back Monday?

Betsy: I don't know. Probably Tuesday or Wednesday.

Jack Singer: Tuesday or Wednesday? That's almost a week!

Betsy: What, you expect us to fly back and forth to Hawaii in 2 days?

Jack Singer: Us? Already it's us.

Betsy: Oh don't be infantile. I'm trying to make the best of this.

Travis Bickle: I'll tell you why. I think you're a lonely person. I drive by this place a lot and I see you here. I see a lot of people around you. And I see all these phones and all this stuff on your desk. It means nothing. Then when I came inside and I met you, I saw in your eyes and I saw the way you carried yourself that you're not a happy person. And I think you need something. And if you want to call it a friend, you can call it a friend.

Betsy: Are you gonna be my friend?

Travis Bickle: Yeah.

Betsy: You know what you remind me of?

Travis Bickle: What?

Betsy: That song by Kris Kristofferson.

Travis Bickle: Who's that?

Betsy: A songwriter. 'He's a prophet... he's a prophet and a pusher, partly truth, partly fiction. A walking contradiction.'

Travis Bickle: [uneasily] You sayin' that about me?

Betsy: Who else would I be talkin' about?

Travis Bickle: I'm no pusher. I never have pushed.

Betsy: No, no. Just the part about the contradictions. You are that.

[last lines]

Betsy: Travis, I'm... how much was it?

[Travis clears meter]

Travis Bickle: So long.

Travis Bickle: I would say he has quite a few problems. His energy seems to go in the wrong places. When I walked in and I saw you two sitting there, I could just tell by the way you were both relating that there was no connection whatsoever. And I felt when I walked in that there was something between us. There was an impulse that we were both following. So that gave me the right to come in and talk to you. Otherwise I never would have felt that I had the right to talk to you or say anything to you. I never would have had the courage to talk to you. And with him I felt there was nothing and I could sense it. When I walked in, I knew I was right. Did you feel that way?

Betsy: I wouldn't be here if I didn't.

Travis Bickle: I should get one of those signs that says "One of these days I'm gonna get organezized".

Betsy: You mean organized?

Travis Bickle: Organezized. Organezized. It's a joke. O-R-G-A-N-E-Z-I-Z-E-D...

Betsy: Oh, you mean organezized. Like those little signs they have in offices that says, "Thimk"?

Betsy: Taking me to a place like this is about as exciting as saying to me "Let's fuck."

[last lines]

Paul: Ann sent me over 'cause some guests dropped by, and she was wondering if you could help her out with some eggs.

Betsy: Well I guess so.

Paul: It's okay?

Betsy: Yeah, come on in. Just wait a second.

Sara Crewe: What are you doing here?

Ermengarde: We brought you something.

[the five girls stand in line, then curtsy one at a time]

Ermengarde: Princess Sara, we'd like to present you with something we rescued.

Betsy: In a most dangerous adventure.

Gertrude: Our very own crusade.

Rosemary: Risking all our lives.

Lottie: And mine too.

[Lottie hands her the locket Miss Minchin confiscated]

Sara Crewe: I - I don't know what to say. You all are the best friends anyone could ever ask for!

Betsy: Why you don't use a gun, I will never know.

[Gun jams]

Burak: Knives don't jam bro.

Betsy: [Strips off her shirt] Well, we came all this way. We might as well get a tan, right?