Gracie Quotes in Big Trouble in Little China (1986)

Gracie: I'd go with you but...

Jack Burton: I know, there's a problem with your face.

Lo Pan: What does it mean? Two girls with green eyes. After all these years.

Gracie: You bastards, unchain me. You're not gonna get away with this. Where's Lo Pan?

Lo Pan: [speaks Chinese] This one has fire as well!

Gracie: [Jack starts up the Pork Chop Express] What was that?

Jack Burton: 6.9 on the Richter scale!

Gracie: [on their way to confront Lo Pan] Do you have a gun, I hope?

Jack Burton: I have a knife.

Gracie: A knife? This guy's twelve feet tall!

Jack Burton: Seven. Hey, don't worry, I can handle him.

Gracie: Don't panic, it's only me, Gracie Law!

Wang Chi: Jack, listen, I need more of your help. I can't pay you today, okay?

Jack Burton: Oh, shit.

Wang Chi: How can I? I need all my cash for Miao Yin.

Eddie: And it's gonna cost. She's got green eyes.

Gracie: Oh no, seriously? Oh, that's an extra to these people. It's like leather bucket seats, it's double the price.

Uncle Chu: What the hell is Gracie Law doing here?

Jack Burton: She can't get enough of me.

Gracie: Hah! He wishes.

Gracie: I thought you were gay!

Neil Patrick Harris: I *am* gay! Gay for that pussy.

Gracie: Oh Gilbert, you were so brave, you protected our eggs.

Snowflake's mother: Oh how could you let this happen? You know you were supposed to be watching the nest!

Snowflake's father: I'm sorry dear, please, try to calm down.

Gilbert: Grace, I can't tell a lie, I'm sorry, one of our eggs was taken by seagulls.

[gathers up both eggs and takes them to to the other couple]

Gilbert: Perhaps, one of these eggs belongs to you.

Scamper: Mama, how come I don't have brothers and sisters like everyone else?

Gracie: Well there are other families who only have one chick... there's the Grabies...

Snowflake's mother: Gracie... I'm sorry I couldn't help overhearing, as you know we only have one child as well. Scamper, I'd like you to meet our daughter, Snowflake.

Isabelle Sorenson: Don't - don't condescend to these women, they're no crazier that I am.

Gracie: Yes we are!

Isabelle Sorenson: I'm weird, but I'm not strange.

Donald Morton: You're right, this isn't a matter of confusion, it's a matter of... discord.

[Inappropriate change of subject:]

Donald Morton: That's a nice sweater!

Gracie: Get off my bed.

Michelle: Fuck you, bitch.

Gracie: I like going by Grandma's, but do we have to drive for 55 hours, just to reach some phone booth? Can we call Daddy this time?

Slim: No!

Gracie: PLEASE, PLEASE...

Slim: Stop begging, you look like a dog.

Slim: [Slim has just finished explaining to Gracie why they need to run away and change their identity] ... but you cannot call me Slim.

Gracie: But I never call you Slim. I don't think you are that slim.

Slim: Oh, thanks a lot.

Slim: So do we like it here?

Gracie: Why? Are we moving again?

Slim: No...

Gracie: GOOD! 'Cause I'm sick, and tired to death, of moving!

Gracie: What's "tainted", is that like "painted"?

Gracie: Where there's a will there's a misdemeanor.

Gracie: You've driven your VW bug up my butt, Herbie Schuster!

Sharpy: [Points to Bailey lying unconscious on the bed] There he is, Gracie. Pretty, huh?

Gracie: Is he out?

Sharpy: Like a string of Christmas lights.

Lord John Marshmorton: Miss Allen, is he coming here tonight, your friend Mr. Halliday?

Gracie: Oh, well sure he's not coming here and do you know why he's not coming here tonight? Because he wasn't invited, that's why he's not coming here tonight, Lord Marshmallow.

George: Gracie, it's Marshmorton, not Marshmallow.

Gracie: That's what I said, Marshmallow.

George: Look, Gracie, "marshmallow" is soft and mushy.

Gracie: Oh, please, George! You don't know this gentleman well enough to say that about him.

George: [to Lord Marshmorton] I'm sorry, would you explain that please?

Lord John Marshmorton: Certainly. Miss Allen, have you ever seen a toasted marshmallow?

Gracie: No, but I'm dying to see that. I bet you're a scream!

Gracie: [Gracie answers the telephone] It's a Hawaiian.

George: A Hawaiian?

Gracie: Well he must be. He says he's Brown from The Morning Sun.

Gracie: It's lots of fun having fun, even if you don't enjoy it!

Jerry Halliday: What's today?

Gracie: Oh, I don't know.

George: Well, you can tell if you look at that newspaper on your desk.

Gracie: Oh, this is no help, George. It's yesterday's paper.

Gracie: You know, if it weren't for two things you'd be a terrific dancer.

George: What's that?

Gracie: Your feet.