Stitch Quotes in The Courier (2012)

Stitch: [as he stitches up the Courier's wound] The secret of pain, Eddie, is that you can only ever feel it in one place at a time, and all you need to know is where to feel it.

Grand Councilwoman: [the Grand Councilwoman is yelling at Jumba] YOU! You're the cause of all this! If it hadn't been for your Experiment 626, none of this...

Stitch: [interrupting] Stitch!

Grand Councilwoman: What?

Stitch: My name, Stitch.

Grand Councilwoman: [Dismissive] Stitch then. If it wasn't for Stitch...

[turns to look at Stitch, surprised]

Stitch: Does Stitch have to go in the ship?

Grand Councilwoman: Yes...

Stitch: Can Stitch say goodbye?

Grand Councilwoman: Yes.

Stitch: Thank you.

Grand Councilwoman: [to Nani and Lilo] Who are you?

Stitch: This is my family. I found it, all on my own. Is little, and broken, but still good. Ya. Still good.

Stitch: Aloha!

Gantu: Ah! You're vile; you're foul; you're flawed!

Stitch: Also cute and fluffy!

Lilo: You know, you wreck everything you touch. Why not try and make something for a change?

[Stitch builds a city out of what he finds in Lilos room]

Lilo: Wow. San Francisco.

[Stitch begins to destroy the city like the monster in "Earth vs. the Spider", picking up a toy car]

Stitch: [as car passengers] "Eeeeeek! Save me!"

Lilo: No more caffeine for you.

[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]

Stitch: [looking at Lilo's storybook. the picture says 'I'm lost!'] L-lo-lost... I'm lost.

Jumba: Yes, yes, that's it, come quietly.

Stitch: W-... waiting.

Jumba: For what?

Stitch: Family.

Jumba: Ah. You don't have one. I made you.

Stitch: Maybe... I could...

Jumba: You are built to destroy. You can never belong.

Grand Councilwoman: Experiment 626. Give us a sign you understand any of this. Show us that there is something inside you that is good.

[Stitch clears his throat; the council members listen in anticipation]

Stitch: Meega, nala kwishta!

[the entire council gasps in horror]

Grand Councilwoman: [horrified] So... naughty!

[Stitch laughs maniacally]

Jumba: I didn't teach him that!

Lilo: You came back.

Stitch: Nobody gets left behind.

Jumba: Come on, what's the big deal?

Stitch: [in alien language] Oongatish mista!

Jumba: I'll put you back together again... I'll make you taller, and not so fluffy!

[whips plates at Stitch, frisbee style]

Stitch: I like fluffy!

[after there is a ring of holes around Stitch]

Stitch: [in alien language] Ah, Pooama Chicky!

Jumba: Ach! Leave my mother out of this!

Lilo: Hello? Are there any animals in here?

[Stitch appears]

Lilo: Hi!

Stitch: H... h... hi!

[Hugs her]

Lilo: Wow!

Captain Gantu: Abomination!

Stitch: Stupid-head!

Lilo: Don't leave me, okay?

Stitch: Okay.

Nani: Okay, talk. I know you had something to do with this. Now, where's Lilo? Talk! I know you can.

Stitch: [reveals his alien form] Okay, okay.

[Nani freaks and smacks him down with a tree branch]

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!

Stitch: [while using a VW Beetle to defend himself against attackers] Blue punch buggy... no punch-back!

Stitch: Poocha Chubugga Oom Chickee! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Stitch: Aloha!

[to his gang about Victor]

Stitch: That guy's too stupid to be scared. He's a primitive.

Cosmo Carboni: Frankie! My brother who aint as handsome as you is as strong as Charles Atlas.

Stitch: Your brother is a moron.

Cosmo Carboni: Nah. He ain't no moron.

Stitch: I said he's a moron.

Cosmo Carboni: Okay he ain't no flaming wit guaranteed. But he can haul over four-hundred and fifty pounds of ice up five flights of stairs without blowing his breakfast. Can he do that?