"Oh, Sam, let me take a look at you. Fred, she's gotten her boobies."
"I better get my magnifying glass, hahaha!"
"I hear the grill alone on this car cost five grand. FIVE GRAND!"
"So don't hit anybody."
"Ho ho, don't hit anybody."
Planes, Trains, and Automobiles! She's Having A Baby! Uncle Buck!! Freaking FERRIS BUELLER'S DAY OFF?!
If it wasn't for Hughes, I would have most of my DVD collection, nor my still going strong mental love affair with Jake Ryan. RIP, dude, you will be missed.
[ETA] I mean, this is my parenting/education philosophy for little kids!!
"I don't think I want to know a six-year-old who isn't a dreamer, or a silly heart. And I sure don't want to know one who takes their student career seriously. I don't have a college degree. I don't even have a job. But I know a good kid when I see one. Because they're ALL good kids, until dried-out, brain-dead skags like you drag them down and convince them they're no good. You so much as scowl at my niece, or any other kid in this school, and I hear about it, and I'm coming looking for you!
[looks at Anita's mole] Take this quarter, go downtown, and have a rat gnaw that thing off your face! Good day to you, madam."
Moley Russel Wart. :(