Henry Mitchell Quotes in Dennis the Menace (1993)

George Wilson: However, you're dealing with him. He hasn't learned it's not good manners to break in on a fella and shoot an aspirin down his throat.

Henry Mitchell: Oh, Mr. Wilson, he's 5.

George Wilson: When I was 5, I had some respect.

Henry Mitchell: Well, you're probably a pretty exceptional boy.

George Wilson: In 1925, I was not the exception; I was the rule.

Henry Mitchell: You go sit in the corner and think about what you've done.

Dennis: For how long?

Henry Mitchell: Until you're sorry.

Dennis: Oh good, I'm sorry now.

Mrs. Alice Mitchell: He can't sit in the corner, I have to take him to Margaret Wade's house.

Dennis: [screams in horror scaring his parents] Margaret's house? I didn't do anything bad enough to deserve to go to her house. She's a lunatic, I'll go crazy, she tortures me, she's mean, she's ugly, she doesn't share!

Mrs. Alice Mitchell: Honey, I made arrangements with Mrs. Wade for you to go to their house while I work.

Dennis: Are you serious?

Mrs. Alice Mitchell: Well, you can't spend the summer unsupervised. You're out of school.

Dennis: [loses it] *I'll go back*!

Henry Mitchell: You're mother made arrangements. That's it! I don't want any arguments!

Dennis: [lightly bows his head on the table] My life is falling apart.

Dennis: [innocently] Hi.

Mrs. Alice Mitchell: Did you shoot an aspirin into Mr.Wilson's mouth?

Henry Mitchell: Oh god!

Dennis: I didn't want him to bite off my fingers with his big, fake teeth. Those things are sharp!

Mrs. Alice Mitchell: [to Henry] George said Dennis shot an aspirin into his mouth with a slingshot.

Henry Mitchell: What slingshot?

Mrs. Alice Mitchell: Do you have a slingshot?

Dennis: I'm not sure.

Henry Mitchell: Give it to me.

[Dennis sighs and hands over the slingshot]

Henry Mitchell: [after hearing about Dennis shooting a pill in Mr. Wilson's Mouth] I'm Sorry about this Morning.

George Wilson: Your kid is driving me nuts.

Henry Mitchell: I'll talk to him again.

George Wilson: Maybe it isn't talk that he needs, when my father had something to tell me, he told me with his belt.

Henry Mitchell: That's not how I deal with my son, George.

Polly: Hi, Mr Mitchell.

Henry Mitchell: Hello Polly, come on in.

[Polly enters the house]

Henry Mitchell: What's the helmet for?

Polly: Oh my girlfriend used to babysit for Dennis, she said to bring a helmet and wear pants.