Natasha Quotes in The Adventures of Rocky & Bullwinkle (2000)

Boris: We don't need computer weapon to kill moose and squirrel. We've been trying to kill moose and squirrel for 35 years.

Natasha: And we've never even come close.

Boris: Exactly.

[the cannon fails to fire]

Boris, Natasha: Where is boom?

Natasha: I don't want to give your friend the impression that I'm a witch.

Imran Habib: [enters back in his room] Witch alert!

Michael Alig: [to Peter Gatien] I love the eyepatch by the way. Very... Pirates of the Caribbean... *arg*

Natasha: He lost it.

Michael Alig: Whatever

Michael Alig: Peter still loves me more than he loves you.

[Natasha says nothing]

Michael Alig: I'm still fabulous.

Natasha: When I look in your eyes, do you want to know what I see? I see a poor, pathetic, frightened little boy too scared to face reality.

[mockingly]

Natasha: You're fabulous.

Peter Gatien: I know you don't like them, but the place is packed almost every single night. The kid is doing something right.

Natasha: And that's gonna do us a lot of good when the feds shut us down.

Natasha: You don't like him because he's so outspoken. You don't like his manners. Isn't that it?

Prince Chegodieff: No, that's not it. It, its his, smile. It's like a man-eating shark with a bible under his fin.

Prince Chegodieff: I don't like him. I never shall.

Natasha: You never tried to.

Prince Chegodieff: Oh, it isn't that. There's something, clammy about him. I can't explain it. I've had the same feeling, brushing against something on a dark night.

Natasha: So how autobiographical is your work, Salman?

Salman Rushdie: You know, its an amazing thing, nobody has ever asked me that question.

[On Bridget]

Natasha: Bizarre what some men find attractive.

Monty: Hey there, Natasha, how's my favorite minor doing today?

Natasha: Hung over, I got so shit faced last night.

Monty: On a school night? Kids today.

Monty: I must say there's nothing more attractive than tainted youth. Yes, I am indeed a pervert. Does that offend you?

Natasha: Nope, I think most tainted youths end up being perverts.

Monty: Good fucking answer!

Natasha: Oh and Monty, just so you know, I'm only a minor for another week. I turn eighteen on Wednesday.

Monty: Well, then I guess I better hurry up then. I don't have much time.

Monty: [on going to the party] Okay, baby doll, you're definitely coming, right?

Natasha: If you do everything right, I will.

Monty: Oh god, Natasha, you're gonna have to stop that. You're making it hard... I mean difficult.

Natasha: Dean.

Dean: What?

Natasha: The old lady at Table 37 wants you to sing the birthday song for her grandson. His name is Timmy, and he's eight years old.

Dean: [tosses a cake with Happy Birthday onto the counter from the box] I need birthday singers!

Monty: Come on, people! We need birthday singers!

Naomi: Fuck.

Dean: [the gang walk toward Table 37, clapping and cheering. Dean holds out the cake and brings it to the table, spotting Timmy] There he is. There's the big winner.

[sets the cake onto the table where Timmy is]

Monty: [excitedly] Yeah!

Dean: All right. Attention, guests! Today's a very special occasion. It's Timmy's eighth birthday! Big round of applause.

[the guests cheer and applaud]

Dean: He's earned it. He's got his whole life ahead of him. The sky's the limit.

Dean: [singing] I don't know but I've been told.

Monty, Amy, Naomi, Serena, Calvin: [singing] Someone here is getting old!

Dean: [singing, Timmy looks frightened] Good news is dessert is free.

Monty, Amy, Naomi, Serena, Calvin: [singing] Bad news is we sing off-key!

Dean: [singing] Happy birthday...

Dean, Monty, Amy, Naomi, Serena, Calvin: [point to Timmy, in unison] TO YOU!

[Timmy starts crying in embarrassment, the waiters applaud and cheer. One of them holds up Timmy's arm and waves it in the air]

Natasha: Look at the camera!

[holding a camera]

Dean: Picture time.

[the camera snaps and we're revealed the photograph of all the waiters and Timmy posed for the picture, Timmy still cries in the background as this happens]

Dean: All right. All right. Cry it off.

Natasha: I never want to marry, I just want to get divorced.

Natasha: Don't you know, that's what all us models do is get coked and have orgies.

Robby Ross: Come on, Nat, you don't consider a roll in the hay with your secretary adultery?

Natasha: What do you call it, shorthand?

Robby Ross: There's a convention in town.

Natasha: The Optimists, no doubt!

Pondo Sinatra: You want some champaign?

Natasha: I can do without the "cham", just give me the pain...

Natasha: [Renko and his friend Anton are drinking brandy when Anton's wife, Natasha, brings them vodka] Wouldn't you two rather drink good Soviet vodka?

Arkady Renko: No, Natasha, wicked French wine will do.

Natasha: Just remember, I like men.

Alba: But you like me.

Natasha: Yes... but I like men more.

Alba: You know, I know plenty women who once have tried it with a woman... and never want to go back to men.

Natasha: [while having sex]

[in Russian; subtitled]

Natasha: Poor thing.

Alba: [in Spanish; subtitled] Where did you come from? How could you show up like this, without warning?

Natasha: [in Russian] I can't believe I'm doing this.

Alba: [in Spanish] What are you doing to me? You're scaring me, my little Russian.

Natasha: [in Russian] Is this me? Making love to a woman? I can't recognize myself.

Alba: [in Spanish] Your Russian sounds so beautiful.

Natasha: [in Russian] Only for you. I'm trembling with fear too.

Alba: So... what was your name?

Natasha: I told you twice already.

Alba: Maybe on the third time I get it.

Natasha: It's Natasha.

Alba: Natasha? Is that the name you said earlier?

Natasha: You're not saying it right. It's pronounced nah-tat-sha. "Sha".

Alba: Sha?

Natasha: Sha. And you are Alba which is Spanish for dawn.

Alba: That's my unique moment.

[after having sex for the first time]

Natasha: Alba? This stays here, okay? In this room.

Alba: Within these four walls... in Rome.

Natasha: Promise me... what we just did stays here between us.

Alba: But since we are here, let's have some fun.

Natasha: All I ask is that this doesn't affect my life.

Alba: And how do you do that?

Natasha: By agreeing... the two of us. I have a life outside of this room and I know you have a life you want to protect. Don't you?

Alba: Very far from years. By tomorrow, Rome will send us to each opposite end of Europe.

[looking at herself in the bathroom mirror]

Natasha: [in Russian; subtitled] I'm sorry, Vadim, but I can never tell you about this. I know you have many secrets about where you've been and the many women you've been with. Now, I have a secret. But it's much further away then yours. I have now been with a woman. I know I'm not lesbian. I know I'm not attracted to other women. Why am I attracted to this one? I am so confused. You'll always have that... my reflection. This... it's mine alone.

Natasha: So how do you get in touch with the outside world?

Gabriella: We don't! Cosy ain't it?

Natasha: What about Maria!