Tara Quotes in Gumby: The Movie (1995)

Tara: Don't get in the truck. That's not Gumby! It's a robot. It'll lock you in there the way Gumby was kidnapped. Run!

Claybert: What's that TV truck doing here?

Goo: Oh, Mr. Claybert, that's not a TV truck. Gumby and the Clayboys were kidnapped in it.

Prickle: Yeah. We don't know where they are.

Tara: We know where they are.

Claybert: Oh no, the door is locked.

Tara: I saw the blockheads use a key card here.

Prickle: I'll get it from one of them.

Gumby: Gumby robot? Hey! That's our barn on the screen. And my car!

Tara: Yeah, there's a robot at your barn that looks exactly like you. And the monitor is showing you what it sees.

[Tara and Ginger arrive just in time at the farm before the robot Gumby attempts to kidnap Pokey, Prickle, and Goo]

Tara: Don't get in the truck! That's not Gumby, it's a robot! It'll lock you in there the way Gumby was kidnapped! Run!

Tara: I sense you do not like the nickname "Wonder Boy".

Wonder Boy: I wanted something more manly, like Dynastic Hero, but that only caught on in the East.

Nick: [Nick is having sex with Tara in the bathtub in order to keep the events of the past unchanged. Nick is crying about cheating on his wife] Courtney.

Tara: Tara.

Nick: Courtney.

Tara: Tara.

Nick: Courtney.

Tara: No seriously my name is Tara.

Nick: Not you, my wife.

Tara: You're married?

Nick: No, not yet, she's nine.

Tara: Come on, smart AND pretty? You must be killing it out there. Do you have a boyfriend?

Carrie Pilby: Is that really your next question?

Tara: Nobody likes anybody for who they are. That's why we have to pretend to be BETTER than who we are, and let people find out the truth later, once they've already invested.

Tania, Tara: We've got double chemistry tommorrow, we'll work on the explosives then.

Flash Harry: I wanted to talk to you about the problems with the last batch.

Tania, Tara: Problems, Flash?

Flash Harry: The slightly bitter aftertaste, the people going blind after the second glass, that lady wot died...

Tania: She was old.

Tara: She could have gone at any time.

Flash Harry: She was thirty-eight.

Tania, Tara: Yeah?

Tania: [takes out a pack of Cigarettes]

Kelly: Tania what are you doing? You're ten! And you're carrying high-explosives!

Tania: It's not what you think Kel!

[puts Cigarettes up her nose]

Tara: It's for the smell!

Tania, Tara: We saw it on CSI!

'Balance of Power' Host: Who makes more money?

Tara: [buzzes] I do!

'Balance of Power' Host: Who enters Iron Man triathalons every year and wins?

Tara: [buzzes] I do!

'Balance of Power' Host: Who secretly wishes they were married to a hot sexy lesbian?

Tara, Bob: [both buzz at once] I do!

Max: [in the diner] Man that chick has got body karate.

Tara: Hay do you think her tits are real? I hate chicks with fake tits.

Max: Are you kidding me? Fake tits are the greatest invention of the 20th century. Plus their safe.

Chris: Woe woe woe, safer?

Max: Yah! But Da you know that 78% of all chicks that have fake tits involved in boating accidents do not drown.

Danny Doyle: Where do you get this shit?

Max: It's common knowledge

Donnie: The Champ is going to kill me. There's no way I can get out of last place.

Tara: Donnie, he's not going to kill you.

Donnie: Didn't you hear? Last place is a broken rib sandwich!

Tara: Well, you see? Breaking your ribs won't kill you.

Tara: They are gardeners and carpenters, they are not tomato men.

Tara: I speak perfect English. I also cook 815 international dishes, perform 637 sexual acts, use all the popular home appliances. Shall I cook you something.

Chad Finletter: No. Thank you.

Tara: How 'bout a blow job, maybe iron your pants?

[first lines]

Tara: [as Tara looks at a photograph of her and Jake] Someone's got it bad.

Lisa: No, I don't. It was just a... summer thing.

Tara: That's why you're travelling 5000 miles to see him.

Lisa: It's not to see him. I'm here just like the rest of you, you know. See Ireland. Do shrooms.

Tara: Tara, I've known you all my life and I've never even see you take an aspirin.

[last lines]

Tara: Please, can you help me...

Winston: Hey, you want to dance?

Tara: What I want, Winston, is I want OUT of here and I want out NOW!

Winston: Why? Don't you know how to dance?

Winston: Did anything happen to you?

Tara: Well, let's see. I was kidnapped, they stole my dress and I was driven over here in the trunk of a car. Did you mean besides that?

Winston: Hey, give me a break here!

Tara: Gee, am I overreacting? Well, I guess being sold into prostitution has made me a little edgy; or maybe it's the thought of almost losing my virtue to the Goodyear blimp - and then again it could be simply the sleazy feeling of vinyl against my skin.

Winston: You know what you are? YOU are an egotistical, self-centered, little BRAT!

Tara: That's terrific!

[Bumps into guy on stairway]

Tara: Excuse me, sir. Now if you'll both pardon me, sir. Do you win over a lot of girls this way, Winston?

[Still can't get past the guy]

Tara: I'm sorry, sir, we'll be out of your way in just one moment.

Tara: Danger? Oh, danger! Well, I shudder to think what the vice president of the astronomy club would call DANGER - what did you do, jaywalk or something?

Winston: [tries to untie Tara] What have you got to wear?

Tara: All I've got is a tube-top and a mini-skirt.

Winston: It's *better* than nothing!

Tara: Winston, tube-tops are out, and the mini-skirt is vinyl.

King: You must hate me.

Tara: I don't love you enough to hate you.

Tara: If you are not properly attired, you will not exhilarate my husband.

Maya: Exhilaration is my department.

Maya: Do you think that because the King desires me, it makes me happy?

Tara: Does it not?

Christian: Would... you... fuck... him?

Tara: No... I... wouldn't.

Tara: You leaving?

Douglas Lloyd 'Doug' Riley: Yeah. You, uh, you seen Mallory?

Tara: No, I ain't seen her.

Douglas Lloyd 'Doug' Riley: She got arrested last night.

Tara: Yeah, I know. I was there. We got raided. They shut us down.

Douglas Lloyd 'Doug' Riley: I bailed her out, but she ran off.

Tara: I haven't seen her. I don't know where she went.

Douglas Lloyd 'Doug' Riley: Give this to her for me?

[hands Tara money]

Tara: Alright.

Douglas Lloyd 'Doug' Riley: Tell her, uh.

[pauses]

Douglas Lloyd 'Doug' Riley: She's got my number.

Tara: Okay. You take care.

Tara: [to James] We'll need fake names. So we won't get caught. I'll be Nicole, and I want to be thirteen years old. 'Cause being twelve is stupid.

James: [referring to Joleen and her new boyfriend] Do you know where they might be?

Tara: [when Warren doesn't answer] Do you even know you're in jail? It's your fault she left in the first place, Warren. This whole thing is your fault.

Warren: No, I'm just wondering how long this has been going on, that's what I'd like to know.

Tara: [leaning toward Warren with a savage pleasure on her face] Do you know what Mom would call you? She had a name for you. When it was just me and her talking. She'd say it and we'd laugh. Do you know what it was?

Warren: [crosses his arms] I don't believe you.

[Tara smirks then takes her coat and leaves]

Warren: What was it? Tara, what did she call me? Tara!

Tara: [after she sees him staring at her] Uncle James, you're creeping me out.

Joleen: Hey, you be nice to Uncle James. James, where do you keep the hangers?

James: What?

Joleen: Hangers!

[to herself as she goes into James' room]

Joleen: God, this place is such a mess. I should have brought some of my own furniture.

[to James]

Joleen: And we're going to need another pillow for Tara, by the way.

Tara: I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you, Mom!

Joleen: [coming back out of the room] You know, you could really start unpacking your own shit instead of sitting there and pretending to do your homework.

Tara: I'm not pretending to do my homework, I'm pretending not to hate my life!

Joleen: Well, you're not doing a very good job of pretending!

Tara: Well, maybe I'm not applying myself!

Joleen: I don't need this kind of shit from you right now, Tara!

Tara: What kind of shit do you need from me right now, Mom?

Joleen: [kicking a chest of drawers] What do you want from me? God, Tara!

Tara: Where are we going?

James: We're going home. Home to your mom.

Tara: [brightens] My mom? Where is she?

James: She's in Westmoreland. Waiting at the police station.

Tara: What's going to happen to you?

James: Can't be any worse than it's been, you know? Before now, it's like I've been living in a dream. A bad dream, just sleepwalking. But you helped me. You woke me up.

Tara: I did?

James: Yeah.

James: [after a pause] Will you do me a favor?

Tara: Yeah, sure.

James: When you see her, tell her this the first day of the rest of her life. Okay? It wasn't before, but now it is.

Tara: Okay. Why don't you tell her?

James: I just want you to. Okay?

Tara: All right.

[pause, then speaks]

Tara: You know, you're not an idiot. You're not an idiot like he would always call you.

James: [smiles and takes her hand]

Joleen: [holding her daughter and crying] Oh God. Oh my God. Oh God baby. I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Oh God, I'm so sorry. Tell me you're okay!

Tara: I'm okay.

Joleen: It'll be okay! Where's James?

Counselor: Where's James? Where is he?

Tara: [crying] He's gone.

[Counselor runs to his car]

Joleen: Where is he, baby? Where did he go?

Tara: [hysterically] I don't know!

Joleen: Did he say anything?

Tara: Yes! He said-

[gulps, trying to control herself]

Tara: he said that-today....is the first day of the rest of your life.

Joleen: My life?

Tara: [still crying] Yeah, that's what he told me. Yeah.

Tara: [whimpering] I want to go home.

Joleen: [from trailer]

Joleen: You could really start unpacking instead of sitting there and pretending to do your homework.

Tara: I'm not pretending to do my homework, I'm pretending not to hate my life!

Tara: [sobbing] I can't! I can't kill him!

Brent: ...But I can.

Tara: No, Brent!

Brent: [to William] You killed my father, you motherfucker!... Now you burn in hell.

Tara: [after Brent grabs the "Live or Die" lever] What are you doing?

Brent: Move as far away from the sprinkler head as possible.

Tara: We don't know what it does!

Brent: We're not just going to sit here and do nothing. We need to make a decision! Don't you understand?

Pamela Jenkins: Have mercy! Please?

Tara: Did he show mercy when my husband was suffering?

[after finding Edith's body]

Tara: Look at that! A puncture in her jugular vein.

Darla: A vampire!

Tara: No, there's only one hole.

Darla: He could've lost a tooth. Maybe it's an old vampire.

Tara: So what do we do now? Do we call the police?

The Devil: No, no, no police! Police scenes are boring! They tell the audience everything they already know.

Taylor: Booty call.

Tara: Don't YOU know how to make a girl feel special!