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Quotes of Cartoons; Over the Hedge [2006] (Usa)
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Hammy the Squirrel: Oh, oh, I can burp my ABC's [burping] Hammy the Squirrel: A, B, C... RJ: HAMMY! I just really need you to focuse right now okay. Hammy the Squirrel: Okay. (unknown) Dwayne: That's a contraban item mam. As it is illegal in every state, [with his hand over his heart] Dwayne: except Texas. Gladys: I don't care if this violates the Geneva Conventions, I want it. Dwayne: I thought you might, so I took the liberty of installing it for you. [as he tosses a stuffed bear in it] Dwayne: Adios, animal infenstation. RJ: [it traps it] AHHHHH! Gladys: [we see it in a cage, with outside burned off] Ohhh, very nice. (unknown) Gladys: Oh, please officer, this exterminator sold it to me. Police Officer: Hey, hey it was in your yard, your names on the contract, so you can tell it to the judge. Gladys: Oh please, don't do this to me, it's not my fault, let go of me... Police Officer: Mam... Gladys: [yelling] You can't do this to me I am president of the Homeowners Association... Dwayne: [quietly as she is fighting the police] Get her. [he climbs over a fence and accidently steps on a squek toy] Nugent the Dog: Play. Dwayne: Oh, no, no, no, no, no [there is a bite heard] Dwayne: AHHHHH! (unknown) | |
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Verne: [quietly] Reptile. (unknown) Janis: Oh, I think they're proabably just over reacting. Gladys: But what if they're not. What if we a potentioal pandemic on our hands, vermen running loose, spreading disease and lowering our property values. Janis: Yeah, I have a cassarole in the oven, gotta run. Gladys: Fine, you worry about your cassarole and I'll worry about *the end of suburben peace and tranquility*. (unknown) RJ: So we scared her and she over-reacted, no biggy. Verne: No biggy? No that's what we call a biggy. RJ: C'mon, think about the food, it was worth it for that food, that stuff is to die for. [Ozzy faints and Heather rolls her eyes] RJ: Let me rephrase that. Verne: No, to die for, you nailed that part, look mabey our little forest life seems primative to a guy with a bag. RJ: What! Verne: But I tink I speak for all of us when i say that we want*nothing* to do with *anything* that's *over that hedge*. [they begin to walk away] RJ: Oh come on. You haven't even tried doughnuts yet. You wanna store some fat, that is the way to store some fat, you'll be sweating through the winter. [they don't listen] RJ: Okay, okay you guys sleep on it. Good idea, I'm gonna check back with you. [to himself] RJ: Shoot! almost had them. (unknown) Verne: Morning, Hammy. Hammy the Squirrel: I gotta go wee-wee! Verne: Oh... Not on the lake we drink from! (unknown) Vincent: My red wagon? RJ: Redder! Vincent: The blue cooler? RJ: Blue cooler. On my list! Gotta be blue? Vincent: Yes! And I want my Spuddies. I love those things. 'Cause with a Spuddie, enough just isn't enough. RJ: So true. Painfully true. And I'll tell you what. I'm gonna get you the giant picnic pack, family-fun size. Vincent: They have that? RJ: I'm pretty sure. Vincent: All right, R.J. I'm going back to sleep. When that moon is full, I'm waking up, and all my stuff had better be right back where it was. RJ: But that's just one week! That's impossible for one guy! [Vincent squeezes on RJ's head] RJ: A week's perfect. I'll get some helpers. Vincent: Full moon, all my stuff. And don't even think about running away, because if you do, I will hunt you down and kill you. (unknown) [Points at map] RJ: Except for that little-bitty speck. You are here. [All gasp] RJ: No, no, that's a good thing. You're hibernators, right? You gather up a bunch of food, store it away for the winter? Hammy the Squirrel: Aha! We fill the log! Verne: Hammy. RJ: Really? This log? This cave-like log? Ozzie: All the way to the top. Verne: Ozzie. RJ: Let me ask ya, how long's it take, you know, to fill the log? Heather: Two-hundred and seventy-four days. RJ: Ooh! Ever done it in a week? Verne: That's impossible. RJ: Not if we work together. You see, you've got the food-gathering skills, I've got the know-how, and they have the food. Heather: How much food? RJ: Loads of food! Heaps of food! Food out the wazoo! Verne: Well, you know, whatever kind of food comes out of a wazoo, I really don't think we're interested in eating. Lou: I don't know. The guy's making a lot of sense to me. I think we should listen. Penny: Yeah. I'm okay with wazoo food there. (unknown) [Inhale] Dwayne: Didelphis marsupialis virginianus. Aproximately ten pounds. [Inhale] Dwayne: Male. Gladys: I think it's dead. Dwayne: Oh, really? Do you in fact have a associates degree from VermTech? I think he wants you to think he's dead. (unknown) Verne: I-I don't think it can speak. Debbie: [From other side of hedge] I heard that, young man! [Others are shocked; Ozzie plays dead] Debbie: You get over here right now! Hammy the Squirrel: Okay. Verne: Hammy, get back here. Hammy the Squirrel: But Steve is angry. Verne: I think it came from the other side of Steve - I mean, the bush. I mean... Geez! (unknown) Dwayne: The Depelter Turbo. Prepare for a lot of stinging. (unknown) RJ: That, my friend, is a magical combination of corn flour, dehydrated cheese solids, BHA, BHT, and good old MSG; a.k.a., the chip, nacho cheese flavor. (unknown) RJ: The collar is the key. [Shows video on cell phone of Tiger entering door] RJ: Literally, the collar is like a key that opens the door, and if... Stella: And what? You think he's just gonna hand over his collar to you? RJ: Not to me, my femme fatale. To you. Verne: Her? Stella: Me? RJ: You, Stella, will get that cat to give you his collar by using... Stella: My stink. RJ: ...your feminine charms. Hammy the Squirrel: Ha ha ha! - Was that out loud? (unknown) Tiger: Yes. It is a Persian name, for I am Persian. I was born Prince Tigeriess Mahmood Shabaz. Stella: Ooh, that's a mouthful. Can I just call you Tiger? (unknown) Lou: Dirtbag? I don't think that guy's a real doctor. (unknown) RJ: [Walking across a pool on floats] Hey, everybody! This way to the food! (unknown) | |
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