Gerald Quotes in Hey Arnold! The Movie (2002)

Gerald: Do these belts come in any other color?

Bridget: Black or pink?

Gerald: Uh, we'll take black.

[Arnold, sees Gerald praying]

Arnold: I didn't know you were so religious.

Gerald: Neither did I.

Stinky Peterson: [about Scheck] He sure gives me the willies.

Gerald: Yeah, but he looks good in a suit.

Arnold: [annoyed] Gerald...

Gerald: I know. I'm just saying.

[at end of movie]

Arnold: Now you're looking on the bright side.

Gerald: Somebody has too.

Bridget: Who touched my button?

Arnold, Gerald: [smiling in a slightly perverse way] ME! ME!

Gerald: 997

Arnold: Uh-uh.

Gerald: 998

Arnold: Nope.

Gerald: 999

Gerald, Arnold: [Find drawer vault empty] Empty?

Arnold: Where's the document?

Scheck: Looking for something? Well, here you are back again. After I patiently explained that your mission is completely hopeless, it still is.Though I'm less incline to entertain you, after you broke into my building for the second time. Did you think you could get away this? There are cameras everywhere, I record everything that goes on day and night. Did you think I let you win? Let you save your little neighborhood? Don't you realize who I am? I am Lafosduair Deau Von Scheck. I can trace my ancestry back to the founding fathers. Do you know when we lost control of the city? When that ridiculous tomato incident took place in your pathetic little neighborhood. Tearing it down and putting my name up in its place, will be revenge of the sweetest kind.

Arnold: But the document, where's the document?

Scheck: Unfortunately, like your little plan, it's about to go up in smoke.

[Scheck burn the document in front of Arnold and Gerald]

[last lines]

Eugene Horowitz: [singing] We saved our neighborhood. They could not tear it down, they could not turn our smile into a frown...

Gerald: [turns off the stereo] Show's over, Eugene.

Mr. Corben: What is that dog doing in here?

Gerald: Peltzer, this is a bank, not a pet-store.

Mr. Corben: Very good, Gerald.

Gerald: Thank you, Mr. Corben.

Gerald: If it isn't Captain Clip-On. Guess who almost signed for unemployment today?

Billy Peltzer: I give up.

Gerald: You... But Mr. Corben had second thoughts. He gets so sentimental around the holidays.

Billy Peltzer: Imagine that.

Gerald: If it was up to me, I would have fired you in a second.

Billy Peltzer: Well, a merry Christmas to you too.

Gerald: He's fat, you're thin, and you're both fucking ugly.

Dave: Well, I just pray they're a bit more understanding about us, that's all.

Horse: You what?

Dave: Well, they're going to be looking at us like that, aren't they, Eh? I mean, what if next Friday 400 women turn 'round and say "He's too fat, he's too old and he's a pigeon-chested little tosser."? What happens then, eh?

Horse: They wouldn't say that, would they?

Dave: Why not? He's just said her tits are too big.

Lomper: That's different. We're... blokes.

Dave: Yeah, and?

Gerald: I think she's got nice tits, actually.

Lomper: I never said owt about her personality, like. I mean, she's probably quite nice if you get to know her.

Dave: No. And they won't say nowt about your personality neither. Which is good 'cause you're basically a bastard. Bollocks to your personality - this is what they're looking at, right? And I'll tell you summat, mate. Anti-wrinkle cream there may be, but anti-fat-bastard cream there is none.

Gaz: Y' know Dave, it's a thought...

Gerald: Ha! I could just see Little and Large prancing around Sheffield with their widges hanging out. Now that *would* be worth 10 quid...

Gaz: Don't be so bloody daft. We were just saying...

Gerald: Widges on parade! Bring your own microscope!

Gaz: Off to Job Club then?

Gerald: As a matter of fact, yes I bloody well am!

[he turns to Dave, who is still holding one of his garden gnomes]

Gerald: Put that back! *PUT* it back!

Gerald: [Gerald is seated at a computer at Job Club accessing data while Gaz and the others are talking and playing cards and not filling out requested forms] Button it, you lot. Some of us are trying to get a job. Ey! And it says "No Smoking" in here!

Gary 'Gaz' Schofield: Aye, and it says "Job Club" up there. When was the last time you saw one of them fuckin' walk in? You forget, Gerald, you're not our foreman anymore. You're just like the rest of us: scrap.

Gerald: Shut it! Right?

Dave: [When presented with the first images of "Flashdance"] Hey, what's this? I didn't go on the nick in Asda for some chuffin' women's DYI video!

Gaz: It's "Flashdance", Dave. She's a welder, isn't she!

Dave: A welder? Well, I hope she dances better than she welds! I mean, look at that - her mix is all to cock!

Dave: Shut up, Dave. What the fuck do you know about welding, anyway?

Dave: More than some chuffin' woman! Arh, it's like Bonfire Night! That's too much acetylene, is that! Them joints will hold fuck all!

Gerald: Arh, for Christ's sake, Dave. We're looking for dancing, aren't we!

Gaz: He's got the hump about Asda!

Gerald: You're always ahead there!

Gaz: You're always bloody behind, more like

Gerald: [to policeman] Can I borrow this?

[he rewinds the clipping of the CCTV showing their strip act]

Gerald: [to giggling police officers behind them] Shut up will ya? Watch

Police officer: [to Gaz] He's right. You're ahead.

Gaz: Bollocks!

Gerald: What I can't understand is how he finished fifth!

Jean: There were only five horses in the race. What do you expect when you bet on a goat called "After You?"

Gerald: D'you want the strippers on the right or the left?

'Colonel' Harrington: I hardly need them, Gerald. I can take this boy with a deck of visiting cards.

Gerald: How about pal? Lacrosse? Soccer, maybe? Probably not football 'til you get a little meat on those bones, huh?

Henry: Actually, I was thinking about signup up for the modern dance group.

Gerald: Well, I'm not sure that would be such a good move.

Marjorie: I know how your mother feels about dancing, but... people might get the wrong idea.

Gerald: They might think that you're...

Richard: They might think that you're gay.

Marjorie: Richie!

Henry: Or they might think that I like girls in tights.

Gerald: [Gerard yelling at Roger] So what? What do you mean you haven't eaten no breakfast? When you're on a mission, nothing else matters. Not food, not hygiene, not women.

Gerald: I would throw my mother under a bus, under four buses to complete a mission. You see, that's the difference between you and me. I'm not saying I'm proud of it, because I'm not. But when I'm focused on something, everything around me dies. I try bring her back to life later on, but it stays dead until I complete the mission. Whereas you, trying to keep everything alive, that's why you're a loser. You're the third man through the door, you got a fart catcher.

Gerald: You're either toothless or ruthless.

Gerald: Now you go out and find this guy, this Teddy Raymond, because his destruction is your salvation. His demise is your transition from jerk-off to journalist.

Gerald: You're a finger painting. Be a masterpiece.

Gerald: Now get out. I'm flowing.

Gérald: You really fooled me. I was ready for anything but this. You see, in a way, I'm relieved: Something was fishy, but I couldn't figure it out. But I'm disappointed, too. Very much so. I was already more than interested in you. I don't want to shock you, but I wanted to love you, and I'm frustrated.

Isabelle: OK, stop this nonsense.