Cecilia Quotes in We're Back! A Dinosaur's Story (1993)

Louie: C'mon, Big Eyes, ya killin' me. What's the matter?

Cecilia: It's Thanksgiving...

Louie: So, what's there to cry about? Ya don't like turkey?

Louie: Everybody, I'd like you to meet my new friend, Cecilia Nuthatch.

Rex: The name's Rex. Nice to meet you.

Cecilia: A pleasure Rex.

[curtsies]

Cecilia: Very nice to meet you.

Dweeb: ...And I'm Dweeb! Hi!

Cecilia: A pleasure, Dweeb.

[curtsies]

Cecilia: Very nice to meet you.

Elsa: [chuckling] She's so well brought-up!

Louie: Alright, break it up. Enough with the pleasantries...

Cecilia: [the kids are in costume, participating in the circus as a cover] Louie, I feel so silly! What is wrong with these people?

Louie: I dunno, but I've never seen so many tonsils in my life!

[Louie and Cecilia are about to sign Prof. Screweyes' contract]

Cecilia: Louie, I'm scared.

Professor Screweyes: You are? Good.

[Prof. Screweyes has just shown off his Fright Radio to the kids and the dinosaurs]

Professor Screweyes: You see what they're most afraid of?

Woog: No.

Professor Screweyes: Monsters!

Rex: Monsters?

Professor Screweyes: You!

Rex: Us?

Dweeb: Us?

Professor Screweyes: [holding out a jar of glowing pills] With a little help, yes.

Cecilia: What's that?

Professor Screweyes: It's Brain Drain, the remedy to my brother's goody-two-shoes breakfast cereal. It'll take you back. It'll make you monsters.

Woog: But we don't want to be monsters.

Rex: We're not taking anything. You can forget it.

Professor Screweyes: All right, you're free. You can go. I can't stop you. But the kids... are mine.

Droz: Ladies and gentlemen, I think it's time to revive an ancient tradition we seem to have long forgotten.

Cecilia: They confiscated the altar, Droz.

Droz: No, I'm not talking about human sacrifice, Ceel. I'm talking about something we used to do every Saturday night as a matter of principle. Here's a hint. Legions of hand-stamped meatheads... in coed naked lacrosse T-shirts... power-chugging watered-down Meisterchau... regurgitating on the glue-matted floors.

Mullaney: Kiln-like temperatures, fights with townies... lines of drunken people waiting for the bathroom.

Katy: Wait a second. You guys are talking about a party.

Droz: Ding-ding-ding. Gutter, tell her what's she's won.

Droz: Are we having a party tonight or what?

Cecilia: Well, there's no publicity, so there's no people; Gutter never showed up, so there's no beer; instruments just blew out, so there's no band; and I think Raji and Deege may be dead.

Droz: Wait a minute... no beer? Well, where the hell's Gutter?

Katy: Probably in a parking lot somewhere picking his nose.

[cut to Gutter in a parking lot somewhere picking his nose]

Katy: What about Naugahyde Windpipe?

Cecilia: Too metal.

Raji: Oedipus and the Mama's Boys.

Cecilia: Too college radio.

Deeje: My Johnson Is 12 Inches Long.

Cecilia: Interesting, but It doesn't really sound like a band name.

Cecilia: I just met a wonderful new man. He's fictional but you can't have everything.

Tom Baxter: I guess I have to get a job.

Cecilia: That's not gonna be so easy either - right now the whole country's out of work.

Tom Baxter: Well, then, we'll live on love. We'll have to make some concessions, but so what? We'll have each other.

Cecilia: That's movie talk.

Tom Baxter: Cecilia, it's clear how miserable you are with your husband. And if he hits you again, you tell me. I'd be forced to knock his teeth out.

Cecilia: I don't think that'd be such a good idea. He's big.

Tom Baxter: I'm sorry. It's written into my character to do it, so I do it.

Tom Baxter: [pauses after kissing Cecilia] Where's the fade-out?

Cecilia: What?

Tom Baxter: Always when the kissing gets hot and heavy just before the lovemaking, there's a fadeout.

Cecilia: Then what?

Tom Baxter: Then we're making love in some private, perfect place.

Cecilia: That's not how it happens here.

Tom Baxter: What, there's no fade out?

Cecilia: No, but when you kissed me, I felt like my heart faded out. I closed my eyes, and I was in some private place.

Tom Baxter: How fascinating. You make love without fading out?

Cecilia: Yes.

Tom Baxter: Well, I can't wait to see this!

Gil Shepherd: Where's Tom?

Cecilia: Why?

Gil Shepherd: Well, he's my character. I created him.

Cecilia: Didn't the man who wrote the movie do that?

[first lines]

Theater Manager: Oh Cecilia, be careful! You all right?

Cecilia: Yeah.

Theater Manager: You're gonna like this one, it's better than last week's, more romantic.

[last lines]

Theater Manager: Cecilia, what are you doing here?

Cecilia: Meeting Gil Shepherd.

Theater Manager: They all gone.

Cecilia: Th - whaddaya, whaddaya mean?

Theater Manager: They went back to Hollywood.

Cecilia: Gil too?

Theater Manager: Mr Shepherd, yeah. Soon as Tom Baxter went back up on the movie screen - couldn't wait to get outta here. He said this was a close call for his career. I think he's gonna play Charles Lindbergh.

[pause]

Theater Manager: Don't forget, Cecilia, Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers start today.

Doctor: What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets.

Cecilia: Obviously, Doctor, you've never been a 13-year-old girl.

Cecilia: [voiceover, reading from her diary] Lux lost it over Kevin Haynes, the garbageman. She'd wake up at 5 in the morning and lay about on the front porch like it wasn't completely obvious! She wrote his name in marker in all her bras and underwear and mum found them and bleached out all the Kevins. Lux has been crying on her bed all day

Cecilia: [voiceover, reading from her diary] The trees, like lungs, filling with air. My sister - the mean one - pulling my hair.

Doctor: Tell me what these remind you of

[holds up an ink blot card]

Cecilia: A banana.

[the doctor holds up another ink blot card]

Cecilia: A swamp.

[the doctor holds up another ink blot card]

Cecilia: An afro.

Cecilia: Mara, do you think a little scrape would harm Old Scratch?

Cecilia: [to Mara, after gaining her sight back and becoming a demon] You know Mara, I always pictured you as a blonde.

Mara: Ah, see, and I was trying not to be prejudiced against this school's Pentagram.

Cecilia: I always say, you've stepped in one Pentagram...

Connie: [inspecting classroom, Connie describes scene to blind Cecelia] Classroom, small. Open space in the middle. Pentagram in the centre.

Cecilia: What kind of Pentagram? Ordinary run of the mill or second-coming apocalypse?

Connie: It's pretty.

Cecilia: You mean to tell you don't believe in the devil?

Mara: Oh I believe in the devil, his name is Man and he is pissing me of.