Deb Quotes in 2 Guns (2013)

Deb: [guns drawn on each other] Bobby?

Bobby: You said, stop by any time.

Deb: Did you ever love me?

Bobby: I really meant to love you.

Deb: Who does she think she is?

Link Brown: That's my sister, baby, and she's a whole lotta woman.

Nemo: I wanna go home. Do you know where my dad is?

Peach: Honey, your dad's probably back at the pet store.

Nemo: Pet store?

Bloat: Yeah. You know, like, uh, I'm from Bob's Fish Mart.

Gurgle: Pet Palace.

Bubbles: Fish-O-Rama.

Deb: Mail Order!

Peach: eBay.

[last lines]

[the fish have managed to roll into the ocean in their plastic bags]

Bloat: Yay! We did it!

Gill: Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Deb: Phew!

[pause]

Bloat: Now what?

Deb: Kid, if there's anything you need, just ask your auntie Deb. That's me. Or if I'm not around, you can talk to my sister, Flo.

[swims up to her reflection]

Deb: Hi, how are ya? Don't listen to anything my sister says, she's nuts!

Bloat: Uh-oh. Darla.

Nemo: What's wrong with her?

Gurgle: She wouldn't stop shaking the bag.

[close up of the dead fish in the photo]

Bubbles: Poor Chuckles.

Deb: He was her present last year.

Bloat: Took a ride on the porcelain express.

[Dentist flushes toilet]

Peach: She's a fish killer!

[the Tank Gang is watching the dentist]

Deb: What have we got?

Peach: Root canal, and by the looks of those X-rays, it's not going to be pretty.

[Dentist drills and patient screams]

Bloat: Rubber dam and clamp installed?

Peach: Yep.

Gurgle: What did he use to open?

Peach: A Gator-Glidden drill. He seems to be favoring that one lately.

Deb: [sighs] I can't see, Flo.

[Dentist picks teeth and patient screams]

Peach: Now he's doing the Schilder technique.

Bloat: Ooh, he's using a Hedstrom file.

Gurgle: That's not a Hedstrom file, it's a K-FLEX.

Bloat: It has a tear-dropped cross section. Clearly, a Hedstrom.

Gurgle: No, no, K-Flex.

Bloat: HEDSTROM.

Gurgle: K-FLEX!

Bloat: HEDSTROM!

[Inflates]

Bloat: Oomp. There I go. A little help, over here.

Deb: [sighs] I'll go deflate him.

[Nemo is stuck in the filter intake. The others are about to help him out when... ]

Gill: Nobody touch him! Nobody touch him.

Nemo: Can you help me?

Gill: No. You got yourself in there, you can get yourself out.

Deb: Ah, Gil...

Gill: I just want to see him do it, Okay? Keep calm. Alternate wriggling your fins and your tail.

Nemo: I can't. I have a bad fin.

Gill: Never stopped me.

[Turns to show Nemo his broken fin]

Gill: Just think about what you have to do.

[Nemo wriggles out of the filter]

Gill: Perfect.

Gill: Who's with me?

Bloat: I.

Deb: I.

Bubbles: I.

Gurgle: I think you're nuts.

Deb: Stay on the path!

Deb: What are you drawing?

Napoleon Dynamite: A liger.

Deb: What's a liger?

Napoleon Dynamite: It's pretty much my favorite animal. It's like a lion and a tiger mixed... bred for its skills in magic.

Deb: I'm trying to earn money for college.

Kip: [from the background] Your mom goes to college.

Napoleon Dynamite: [speaking to Pedro and Deb] Are you guys having a killer time?

Deb: Yes.

[Napoleon answers the door and Deb is standing out there]

Deb: Um, hello. Would you like to look like this?

[holds out a photo]

Napoleon Dynamite: [Napoleon takes the photo and looks at it] This is a girl.

Deb: [Deb continues nervously] Because for a limited time only, Glamour Shots by Deb are 75% off.

Napoleon Dynamite: I already get my hair cut at the Cuttin' Corral.

Deb: Well, maybe you'd be interested in some home-woven handicrafts?

[Scene continues after Rex Kwon Do TV ad Kip's watching]

Deb: ... And here we have some boondoggle key chains. A must-have for this season's fashion.

Napoleon Dynamite: I already made like infinity of those at scout camp.

[Deb is making a glamour shot of Uncle Rico]

Deb: Okay, turn you head on more of a slant...

[all three turn their heads in a slant]

Deb: Now, make a fist. Slowly ease it up underneath your chin.

[all three slowly ease up fists under their chins]

Deb: This is looking really good.

Kip: You can say that again.

[Uncle Rico acknowledges]

Deb: Kay, hold still right there. Now, just imagine you're weightless, in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by tiny little seahorses.

[Uncle Rico pictures it and give a gleaming look at the camera]

Deb: [takes the picture] That was the one. I think that's gonna come out really nice.

Uncle Rico: Ah, how you did it... wow... well I felt really relaxed. Thanks Deb.

[Uncle Rico puts his fist down, then swats a fly]

Uncle Rico: You're up Kip.

Kip: Is there some kind of vest that I can wear?

[makes gesture of putting on a vest]

Deb: I could wrap you in some foam, or something billowy?

Deb: Are they still letting you run for president?

Pedro: Yes. I don't understand... they say you're not allowed to have pinatas that look like real people, but in Mexico, we do it all the time.

[Napoleon and Deb are dancing]

Napoleon Dynamite: I like your sleeves. They're real big.

Deb: Thank you. I made them myself.

Napoleon Dynamite: So are you and Pedro getting really serious now?

Deb: No. We're just friends.

Deb: It's Deb. And I'm calling to let you know I think you're a shallow friend.

Napoleon Dynamite: What the heck are you even talking about?

Deb: Don't lie, Napoleon. Your Uncle Rico made it very clear how you feel about me. I don't need herbal enhancers to feel good about myself. And if you're so concerned about that, why don't you try eating some yourself?

[Deb hangs up on him]

Deb: [Stunned, Napoleon hangs up and goes out to confront Uncle Rico]

Gary Wallace: This isn't my car. This isn't my suit. Those weren't even my friends.

Deb: Why are you telling me this?

Gary Wallace: Because I want you to like me for what I am.

Deb: Whatever you are, I like it.

Walter: [whispering] I think we should call security.

Deb: [whispering] Good idea.

Buddy: [whispering] I like to whisper too!

Buddy: Deb, you have such a pretty face, you should be on a Christmas card!

Deb: Oh, you just made my day!

Buddy: Hi!

Deb: Hi!

Buddy: Do you remember me?

Deb: I do! I didn't recognize you!

Buddy: I know I'm in work clothes!

Deb: Julie, get your white as death-chalky ass corpse in the car - now.