Pleakley Quotes in Lilo & Stitch (2002)

[Stitch and Jumba are tossing a jammed up gun back and forth]

Stitch: Merry Christmas.

Jumba: It's not Christmas.

Stitch: Happy Channukah!

Jumba: It's not Channukah!

[Pleakley scoops up Lilo and carries her away from the house]

Lilo: We're leaving Stitch?

Pleakley: Trust me, this is not gonna end well!

Jumba: One potato!

Stitch: Two potato!

Jumba: Three potato!

Stitch: Four!

Jumba: Five potato!

Stitch: Six potato!

Jumba: Seven potato more!

Stitch: My...

Jumba: mother...

Stitch: told...

Jumba: me...

Stitch: you...

Jumba: are...

Stitch: ...it.

Jumba: Ha! I win!

[gun explodes in his hands]

Pleakley: [Nani sees Pleakley and Jumba arrest Stitch] Don't interact with her.

[They turn their backs on Nani]

Nani: Where's Lilo?

Jumba: Who?

[Pleakley hits Jumba]

Jumba: What?

Nani: Lilo. My sister.

Jumba: Uh... sorry, we do not know anyone by this, uh...

Nani: Lilo! She's a little girl this big, she has black hair and brown eyes and she hangs around with that THING!

Jumba: [sighs] We know her.

Nani: Bring... her... back.

Pleakley: Oh, we can't do that. Uh-uh. That would be misuse of galactic resources.

Jumba: See, problem is, we're just here for him.

Nani: So she's gone?

Pleakley: Look at the bright side. You won't have to yell at anyone anymore.

Pleakley: Oh great! He's loose!

Jumba: His destructive programming is taking effect. He will be irresistibly drawn to large cities, where he will back up sewers, reverse street signs, and steal everyone's left shoe.

Grand Councilwoman: Can we not simply destroy the island?

Pleakley: NO, crazyhead! The mosquito's food of choice, primitive humanoid lifeforms, have colonies all over that planet.

Grand Councilwoman: Are they intelligent?

Pleakley: No. But they're very delicate. In fact, every time an asteroid strikes their planet, they have to begin life all over. Fascinating, isn't it?

Pleakley: Help! I don't like the ocean! Ahh! Oh, look, a friendly little dolphin. They helped sailors during the war... It's a shark! It's a shark and it ain't friendly! Looks like a dolphin... Tricky fish! Tricky fish! Octopus, will you please help me? An octo... the octopus is worse than the shark! I hate this planet!

Pleakley: Look! A mosquito has chosen me as her perch. She's so beautiful. Look, another one! And another one! Why, it's a whole flock! They like me! They're nuzzling my flesh with their noses! Now they're... they're... Aaaaaaaah!

Jumba: [sees Pleakley trying on a wig] What are you doing?

Pleakley: [hiding wig] Nothing.

Jumba: Say, I want to try it on.

Pleakley: No.

Jumba: Share!

[wrestles wig from Pleakley]

Pleakley: Hey! Ow! You're just jealous 'cause I'm pretty!

Grand Councilwoman: A quiet capture would require an understanding of 626 that we do not possess! Who then, Mr. Pleakley, would *you* send for his extraction?

Pleakley: [thinks for a moment] Does he have a brother?

[Councilwoman rolls her eyes]

Pleakley: Close relative, perhaps?

[Later, in the prison where Jumba is kept]

Pleakley: [nervously] Friendly cousin? Neighbor with a beard?

Jumba: WHAT? After all you put me through, you expect me to help you just like that? JUST LIKE THAT?

Stitch: [alien language] Ih.

Jumba: Fine!

Pleakley: "Fine"? You're doing what he says?

Jumba: He's very persuasive!

Pleakley: [after Stitch chews on his head] All is well! Please go about your business! I'm okay!

Nani: Uh, your head looks... swollen.

Jumba: Actually, she's just ugly.

Pleakley: [laughing nervously] Oh, he's joking. Ugly - Look at me!

Pleakley: Oh, good! I was hoping to add theft, endangerment, and INSANITY to my list of things I did today!

Jumba: Ha ha! You too?

Pleakley: Oh, can't complain, Mom. Camping out with a convicted criminal. And, uh... oh, I had my head chewed on by a monster!

Pleakley: Stop! I have just determined the situation to be far too hazardous!

Jumba: Don't worry. I won't hit her.

Pleakley: No! That girl is part of the mosquito food chain.

[Gives Jumba his View Master]

Pleakley: Here, educate yourself.

Jumba: Using that little girl for a shield.

[At Stitch]

Jumba: This is low even for you!

Jumba: [has Stitch on his sights] You are all mine.

Pleakley: Well, what is he doing?

Jumba: Quiet! He's listening for us.

Pleakley: [whispering] How good is his hearing?

[Stitch immediately turns around]

Pleakley: [hands Jumba a Viewmaster] Here! Educate yourself!

Pleakley: Hold it! Hold everything! Earth is a protected wildlife preserve. Yeah, we've been using it to rebuild the mosquito population, which need I remind you, is an endangered species.

Jumba: [captures Stitch] Aha! Now, all your washing is up!

Pleakley: You're under arrest. Read him his rights.

Jumba: Listen carefully.

[slams Stitch's head repeatedly against a palm tree]

Pleakley: [while being jerked up and down by a running Jumba] We! Can not! Be Seen!

Grand Councilwoman: What about military forces just landing there?

Pleakley: Well that would be a BAD IDEA! These are extremely simple creatures, miss. Landing there would create mass mayhem and planet-wide panic!