Fitz Quotes in Ski School (1990)

Fitz: This isn't a party, it's a still life.

Fitz: Skiing is partying, partying is skiing.

Dave Marshak: We party here.

Fitz: We party big.

Ed: We party now.

Fitz: Au revoir mon cherie! One day we will run naked under a fuuulllll mooonnnn!

Fitz: I don't understand a fucking word you're saying. It's like you're speaking Brazilian.

Cousin Marv: It's not fucking Brazilian. Brazilians speak Portuguese.

Fitz: Get out of my car, you Punk!

Tony: But I have no idea where we are.

Fitz: Get your ass out of here!

Tony: I'm sorry.

Fitz: Get out!

Gabriel Caine: Do you know the difference between a hustler and a good con-man?

Fitz: No.

Gabriel Caine: A hustler has to get out of town as quick as he can, but a good con-man - he doesn't have to leave until he wants to.

Fitz: [after lots of arguing over the rules for the bet] Excuse me, do I look stupid to you? Or have you people been breeding too close to the gene pool again?

John Gillon: [slams fist down] Diggstown IS Olivair County.

Gabriel Caine: A day IS 24 hours.

John Gillon: [shaking his head, laughing] Mr. Caine, my son and his friend are trying desperately to regain their honor, and his car. While I admire their courage as men I worry a great deal about their safety. They're boys. Let them wear their headgear, just those two, and you can have your 24 hour day. But Diggstown is in Olivair County, and any man residing in the county is a Diggstown man.

Gabriel Caine: [goes to take a drink and stops] I'll tell you what. Any man residing inside the county line TODAY... and can prove it, is a Diggstown man.

John Gillon: Why you don't think I'd stoop to bringing in a ringer, do you Mr. Caine?

Gabriel Caine: [slickly spins the top off his liquor bottle and pours himself a drink] Not now I don't.

Fitz: Who's next?

Gabriel Caine: It's the guy who kicked your ass all over Nel's bar.

Fitz: [to Honey Roy Palmer] Rip his tits off.

[Fitz decides to contact Haddonfield about Michael Myers]

Det. Matt Sampson: All right, you tell 'em to look for a guy with a cane and Alzheimer's.

Fitz: The guy would be younger than I am, okay? I was 15 when he killed his sister back in '63.

Fitz: What're you lookin' at me for?

Adam: I'm not lookin' at you. I got a lazy eye.

Adam: Let's just have a clean game, yeah? No name-callin', no head-buttin', no pullin' knives on people and threatenin' to shank them as they're about to take free kicks.

Fitz: What chu lookin' at me for?

Adam: I'm not lookin' at you!

Donna: You're gay!

Fitz: I could be... for the right girl.