Charlene Morton Quotes in Bringing Down the House (2003)

Howie Rottman: I'd like to dip you in Cheez Wiz and spread you all over a Ritz cracker, if I'm not being too subtle.

Charlene Morton: Boy, you some kinda freaky!

Howie Rottman: Oh, you have no idea. You got me straight trippin', boo!

Peter Sanderson: I message for you. Howie says, 'The cool points out the window and you got him all twisted up in the game.'

Charlene Morton: That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.

Ashley: [to Peter, about Charlene] What is she doin' here?

Charlene Morton: Oh, get used to it, twiggy; you're gonna be seein' a lot more of me around here!

Ashley: [to Peter, about Charlene] Not without a broom in your hand.

Charlene Morton: If I HAVE a broom, it's only cuz I'm here to sweep up the white trash!

Ashley: Save it for the Y.M.C.A, Jemimah.

Charlene Morton: Bitch! I will kick the bulimia outta yo' ass!

Charlene Morton: Pretend I'm your wife. Talk dirty to me.

Peter Sanderson: Um, okay... I wanna kiss you A LOT!

Charlene Morton: No no no! Dirtier...

Peter Sanderson: I wanna give you - an aromatherapy massage!

Charlene Morton: Try harder!

Peter Sanderson: I wanna have SEXUAL INTERCOURSE with...

Charlene Morton: I give up!

Ashley: Compliments of Tae-Bo: 2 hours a day 5 days a week

Charlene Morton: Compliments of the hood: 24 hours a day all my life!

Howie Rottman: Do me a favor, precious: don't ever scare me like that again, or I'm gonna give you a nasty spankie... if I'm not being too subtle!

Charlene Morton: [smiles] He's such a damn freak!

Peter Sanderson: And believe me, Sarah is going places!

[Charlene looks out the window to see Sarah sneaking out and getting into a car with a boy]

Charlene Morton: Oh, she's going places alright.

Peter Sanderson: I guess I'll just see you in my next life.

[laughs crazily]

Peter Sanderson: Bye!

[drives away]

Charlene Morton: Ha-ha, I'll see you when you get home.

Charlene Morton: [to Peter] You lock me out, no money, no place to go, a sister got to get her cheese on.

Mike: [Charlene's hanging Mike by his feet off the top of a house after finding out he got rough with Sarah to have sex with her] Please don't kill me! Oh God! Pull me up!

Charlene Morton: Yo Sarah! Mike has something he wants to say,

[to Mike]

Charlene Morton: say sorry!

Mike: I'm sorry!

Charlene Morton: Say sorry!

Mike: [louder] I'm sorry!

Charlene Morton: Say no means no!

Mike: No means no!

Charlene Morton: I kicked it off the heezy and bounced... fo' real, tho!

Peter Sanderson: What did you just say?

Peter Sanderson: Charlene, what is this particular taste? It's familiar, yet... what is it, some sort of an herb, like sage?

Charlene Morton: Naw... it's more like a milk of mint.

Peter Sanderson: Well, whatever it is, the taste is explosive!

Charlene Morton: Well, good then! Enjoy!

Peter Sanderson: [nervously] Don't you just love being our nanny, Charlene?

Charlene Morton: [pauses]

[speaking in a fake Southern Accent]

Charlene Morton: Yessir. I'm gonna go on down to de pool wit' de children. Make fun of de white folks again.

Charlene Morton: I get a wedgie just walking in your office.