Gypsy Quotes in A Bug's Life (1998)

Manny: I now summon the voice of Confucius...

Fly: Get off the stage, you old hag!

Manny: Huh? I demand to know who said that?

[Manny is pelted with fruit]

Manny: How dare you? Ingrates!

[leaves]

Gypsy: [inside box] Manny? Manny?

Gypsy: Manny, we're on.

Manny: Oh? Yet again it is up to me to rescue the performance. Gypsy, come.

[exits; offscreen crash]

Gypsy: The stage is the other way dear.

Manny: Yes, of course.

Tuck, Roll: Tweet, tweet! Tweet, tweet!

Gypsy: [gasping] HUUUH!

Gypsy: Listen, I'm only going to say this once. For those who can hear me tell the rest. First come the SS, our lord and masters. Then comes our block health manager, Kyr. Then come the assistants, Otto and me. Then come the rats. Then come the lice... and then come you.

Princess Zolita: The leaves are ready to speak.

Cully: No lemon?

Gypsy: The tea leaves have spoken.

Princess Zolita: If you do not mind, I work alone!

Cully: What do they spell, Mother?

Princess Zolita: How lucky you are, the wheel of fortune has stopped at your number.

Johnny: A wheel? That's roulette.

Princess Zolita: And I see a dice table, too.

Cully: No blackjack? This boy plays all games.

Princess Zolita: And a new woman is coming into your life. A beautiful, young redhead.

Johnny: It can't be a redhead, Princess. My girl's a blonde. Take another look.

Princess Zolita: Now I see a blonde. Oh, but she has been bad luck for you. The tea leaves say... you will have good luck with the redhead.

Cully: I know better, I married one. Take the advice of a 20-year loser, no redheads.

Princess Zolita: He must not defy the tea leaves.

Cully: How are you going to explain her to Frankie?

Johnny: Why explain? We'll just use her to make a bundle.

Cully: You're going to pass off a beautiful redhead as a good-luck piece? Good luck.

Gypsy: If, uh, if I may be so crude.

Johnny: Oh, sure.

[Johnny hands a $10 bill to the princess]

Gypsy: If you please. The princess never soils her royal hands with money. $10? When the tea leaves promise a beautiful redhead, it is $20.

Cully: A lot of money for a cup of tea. That's a gypsy for you. Takes all your dough so you can't take her advice.

Princess Zolita: Minor problems like that I cannot solve.

Cully: Maybe you can get another advance from Braden.

Johnny: Not a chance. I'm already in for five weeks' salary.

Cully: That you lost right back into his pocket. Braden's got a nice little thing going there.

Johnny: Don't worry. Did you ever know a gambler who couldn't promote a little betting money?

Gypsy: You also need Chesay.

Cully: Chesay? Who's that?

Gypsy: Chesay is gypsy good luck!

Gypsy: Uh uh! No way! This is your dishwashing liquid! You soak in it!

Gypsy's Mother: [at a campfire, smoking a pipe] Where's the pepper and salt? We got no pepper and salt.

Gypsy: All right, mother. I'll get it. Don't worry. You shall have your meat.

Gypsy's Mother: Awww!

Gypsy: You're not leaving us. You're not going with him. He has the sign of the beast on him.

Maleva: He is dangerous only when the moon is full. I shall watch over him.

Gypsy: [to Clive] I want the world to hear my voice, you know. I want them to write my lyrics on their AOL profiles just like they do Stevie. And when my CD comes out, I want all these assholes to line up at the fucking mall and kiss my ass one sound-scan at a time.

Woman: Excuese me. May I ask you a question? Do you think it's appropriate to dance in a graveyard?

Clive: Don't you think that we should dance while we can?

Woman: I think you should have more respect for the dead and especially for yourself.

Gypsy: Excuse me?

Woman: I didn't want to mention this, but you could be a very pretty girl, but that

[points at Gypsy's cleavage bearing ensemble]

Woman: would be inappropriate for any young lady. Especially for someone your size.

Gypsy: Look, Granny, I am a pretty girl, ok? Big is beautiful. Haven't you heard? And for the record, I don't give a flying fuck or a rolling rimjob what you or anyone else thinks of me. You're dismissed.

Clive: I don't think I ever want to have sex.

Gypsy: Mm-hmm

Clive: I'm serious.

Gypsy: Ok.

Clive: I just want someone to kiss, with big, soft, delicious lips. He'd have to smother me in old-school romance. I mean, candles and incense, Moët and Chandon, but only in a deserted castle in the south of France.

Gypsy: [releases pent-up laughter] Oh my god. You are so much more of a girl than I am.

Clive: Sex just seems so... messy.

Gypsy: Oh, no, no. Sex can be awesome. Not that I would remember, but...

Clive: Maybe you and I should try.

Gypsy: Yeah, well, I think I'm past my wayward-sex fag-hag test-fuck phase... but thanks for the offer. It's just "been there, done that."

Clive: At least I'd know for sure.

Gypsy: Honey, you're a queer, with a capital "Q."

Clive: Ok, you know what? Some of us don't care to be defined by our sexuality.

Gypsy: Ok, sorry. Can I ask you a question?

Clive: What?

Gypsy: Are you gay?

Clive: Yes! But I don't have anything in common with those people. I mean, like I give a rat's ass about Judy Garland or... Stonewall!

[Gypsy laughs]

Clive: Being queer is a very small part of me.

Gypsy: Yeah, whatever.

Gypsy: Tell your blonde friend I didn't have to steal anything from Eddie Hall. It ain't two weeks ago, he sent me ten bucks for Christmas. You all know that. I guess that's a bit of news for a certain somebody.

Ruby: He was tossin' ten-dollar bills to *all* the tramps at Christmas!

Gypsy: Did you get yours? Or, did he give you the gate?

Gypsy: Who are you?

Ruby: I'm the Queen of Sheba!

Gypsy: I want to mush your hair!

Gypsy: I'm no Polack. I'm Armenian!

Gypsy: I won't go unless he tells me to!

Eddie: Gypsies are always supposed to - keep moving.

Sadie: There's Gypsy now.

Ruby: Who?

Gypsy: Well, well, well, look who's here! Hah! Is this a laugh!

Bertha: Well, that's the new girl. Do you know her?

Gypsy: Do I know her? I'll tell the world I know her. She's the Queen of Sheba.

Bertha: What?

Gypsy: What's the matter, Queenie? Did our boyfriend kick you off your throne?

Gypsy: Well, sisters, I'm on my way. Goodbye Bertha, I'll be missing your snoring.

Bertha: Goodbye.

Gypsy: Goodbye Lily Mae.

[who is black]

Gypsy: You're the only dark cloud I ever liked.

Lily Mae Crippen: Goodbye Gypsy, take care of yourself.

Gypsy: Goodbye Trotsky, keep up the fight for the workin' people!

Sadie: Goodbye, but, the day will come when you'll remember some of the things I've said. When Capitalism...

Gypsy: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Tell it to them. My times up!