Pops Quotes in Super Shark (2011)

Jenkins: What's happening?

Pops: I don't know. I think something busted.

Jenkins: Maybe we did break through to China.

Pops: This is uh, Puffball, Squash-Face, Weiner Dog, Yellow Bird, Eagle-Eye, Guinea Pig Joe. And, of course my, girlfriend Rhonda.

Buddy: [as they enter the sewer] What is that smell?

Pops: It's poo-poo with a dash of caca.

Pops: Now, if we take the human route, getting there is gonna take days. You may have lots of time, but for me every breath is a cliffhanger.

Pops: All right, party's over! *Myron*! *Vacuum*!

Buddy: How you been, old timer?

Pops: Paralyzed.

[Awkward pause]

Gidget: Great!

Pops: That ball of fluff's got a screw loose.

Pops: Hey, how're you guys fixin' to pay?

Kermit: What are our choices?

Pops: A: Credit card; B: Cash; C: Sneak out in the middle of the night.

Fozzie: We'll take C.

Pops: Very popular choice.

Pops: [banging on bathroom door] Hey! What's goin' on in there? Lotta folks out here need to use the restroom!

Kermit: Well, we're developing these pictures, we'll be out as soon as we finish. We're trying to catch a jewel thief.

Fozzie: A jewel thief!

Pops: Well, catch him in another room, people are dancing up and down on one leg out here!

Fozzie: [sighs] It was nice of the Chronicle to pay for our flight home.

Pops: Yeah, but a man should be treated better than his luggage.

Scooter: Yeah, well, my luggage was sucked out the door. Luckily my radio is frozen to my wrist.

[Pops is driving the bus with Electric Mayhem in back]

Pops: [to Kermit and friends who want to get on the bus] You'll have to sit in the front seat, the back's been quarantined.

Kermit: Excuse me.

Pops: [awakes from his nap abruptly] What?

Kermit: We'd like a room.

Pops: Really?

Kermit: Yeah, we'd like to check in.

Pops: Somebody's checking in!

[dings his service bell]

Happiness Hotel Guests: [emerging from their rooms] SOMEBODY'S CHECKING IN?

Pops: [after Beauregard crashes his cab into the Happiness Hotel] You can never find a cab when you need one.

Kermit: Now, we're about to embark on a potentially dangerous mission. There could be physical violence, there could be gunplay, and there is the slightest chance that somebody might even get killed. So if anybody wants out, now is the time to say it.

Floyd: I'm out.

Rowlf: Me too.

Dr. Bunsen Honeydew: Ditto.

Beaker: Meep meep.

Zoot: Hey, don't we have a gig around here, or something, or somewhere?

Pops: Sorry, I got a dental appointment.

Janice: It's like this, Kermit, I have to go to work all day...

[everyone starts talking at once]

Fozzie: [shouting] Hold it!

[everyone stops talking]

Fozzie: Shame on you! I thought we were in this thing together. I'm just as scared as you are, but this has to be done! We don't want the bad guys to win. We gotta do this f-f-for justice! For freedom! For honesty!

Pops: [recorded voice plays on Victrola] Dear visitor, if you're hearing this, it's because the situation is critical, so welcome to my metamansion. To steer the metamansion to the location of your choice, type your destination on the keyboard. For any other information, see the user's manual.

Pizoni: Why don't they have stairs on this tree, anyway?

Pops: Pizoni, close your eyes and let yourself slide down this splendid vine!

Pops: In case anything goes wrong, on my world globe, Uruguay! with a U for urgent!

Pops: [Kit is grabbing cocktail garnishes from bar] This ain't a buffet, Kit.

Pops: [after Calvin suddenly walks into the living room] Hey man, you can't be just popping up like that without warning! For a moment I thought you were Chucky.Bout to... put you in a choke hold!

Pops: [after seeing Calvin on the phone and having him at gunpoint] He was using the phone!

Darryl: What is wrong with you, man? You look crazy! You're holding a shotgun, wearing some bright red socks. You look like Fred Sanford on crack!

Mitch: Good news, Mr. McKenna!

Pops: All right, boys! Bring on the whore!

Mitch: No, it's not a whore - we're gonna get you the fifty thousand dollars for your heart transplant!

Pops: Well, that's good too.

Pops: Back then we didn't have these fancy birth control methods. Like pulling out.

Pops: Let me take you to Vegas, baby! You know what they say, it ain't over till the fat lady checks into a cheap hotel with Pops.

Pops: You didn't tell him, did you?

Mitch: Oh, no, no.

Pops: Thanks.

Mitch: But look, I still want to, and I, I can't promise you that I won't.

[Pops reaches forward. Mitch remembers when Pops grabbed his groin in a blackmail maneuvre earlier and lunges for the floor with a yell]

Pops: I'm just getting my photo album! What are you so jumpy about?

Mitch: I don't know. Maybe it's your, your lifelong pattern of random assault.

Pops: I'm in whore heaven!

Lola Burns: Get away from me, all of you! You're nothing but a pack of leeches!

Pops: Leeches?

Lola Burns: Yes, leeches! At least he

[motions to Space]

Lola Burns: was right; I don't know how I expected to bring a baby in here with an old fool for his grandfather who's half-drunk all the time!...

Pops: After the way I've worked to handle your affairs...

Lola Burns: Well, what about my affairs! Where are they? Why aren't my bills paid? Where does my money go? I never see any of it!

Mac: Lola, you're exciting yourself...

Lola Burns: Well, what are you doing about you? Don't think I don't know about your stealing and all the cuts you get from the stores! And you

Elsie, Hanlon's Secretary: Aw, listen, Sis...

Lola Burns: And you who never, haven't had a job to your name for three years and bringing her in here like it was a hotel for traveling salesmen! I've only stood it because it's the only home and family I've got. But I'm getting sick of it, you understand? There's only Loretta and the dogs that ever do a single thing for me. All the rest of you are just out for what you can get and I'm getting pretty tired of being a golden goose or whatever you call it!

Space Hanlon: Atta girl, Sugar!

Lola Burns: Don't "atta girl" me! I never want to see you again as long as I breath. You're worse than all the rest of 'em!

[starts quoting Space]

Lola Burns: "Stone-Age Stuff!" "Mad with Desire!" "Lovers' Brawl!" Is that the way you prove you just more than care for me? Treating me like a strip act in a burlesque show! A glamorous Bombshell, eh? A glorified chump, that's what I've been! Well, I'm through do you understand? With the business, with everybody! You can get another "It Girl," a "But Girl" or a "How, When and Where Girl." I'm clearing out - and you can all stay here in this half-paid-for car barn and get somebody else to pull the apple cart! I'm going where ladies and gentlemen hang their hats and get some peace and quiet... and if any of you try to interfere with me - I'll complain to the authorities!

Pops: This is disgraceful, Gillette! Why, Hugo comes from a noble family. And as for Lola, well, on my side, she's descended from everything back of Edward the Ninth.

Mr. H. Gillette: You mean the Eighth, don't you? There was no Ninth.

Pops: Yes, of course. A slip of the tongue in my excitement.

Lola Burns: You've been out all night and you're still boiled!

Pops: I've been in conference with some racing men. We've been discussing methods of breeding.

Lola Burns: Don't talk to me about your methods of breeding. I don't want to hear another word.

Lola Burns: All right, Mac, have 'em bring around my roadster.

Mac: Your brother took the roadster to Tijuana.

Lola Burns: Tijuana? Say, who told him that...

Pops: I sent Junior down there to look over a crop of fillies with the idea of a possible purchase...

Lola Burns: I know the kinda fillies he'll look over!

Lola Burns: Four hundred dollars.

Pops: Yes, I want to wire it right away.

Lola Burns: Who for?

Pops: Well, Junior didn't explain; he just telephoned...

Lola Burns: Oh, I get it! Tijuana again. They've been giving him a sleigh ride on the roulette wheel.

Pops: Now, Lola, you mustn't be too hard on your brother...

Lola Burns: Not another nickel! He's been supporting every gambling joint on that border with his millionaire complex and my money!

Pops: Yeh, but they're liable to hold him...

Lola Burns: Well, let them hold him. Let them put him to work on a rockpile. I don't care. I'm through. He's a liar and a no-good and a - oh, what the heck. Ma liked him.

[signs the check]

Pops: Daughter! Daughter. What a nightmare! Leaving us this way with bitterness in your heart - and no money.

Pops: How 'bout a little libation?

Mr. Middleton: No, I thank you.

Pops: I don't suppose, Madame M would?

Mrs. Middleton: No!

Pops: Don't worry, Bob - you did your best. The kids'll get work. Of course, I'll probably starve... me own mother'll probably starve... my grand... Nahhh, she's playing second base for Brooklyn!