John Ratzenberger movie quotes

View Quote What's going on down there? Is his mom losing her marbles?

View Quote Pardon me. I hate to break up the staff meeting, but they're here! Birthday guests at three o'clock!

View Quote Pig pile!

View Quote You heard of Kung Fu? Well prepare yourself for pork chop!

View Quote [Buzz is driving a pizza truck; Hamm is reading the owner's manual] Oh, I seriously doubt he's getting this kind of mileage.

View Quote [Hamm's cork has popped out, spilling coins all over the sidewalk] All right, nobody look till I get my cork back in.

View Quote Mr. Potato Head: But these toddlers... they don't know how to play with us!
Rex: They're too young!
Hamm: Yeah, they're sticky.

View Quote Mr. Potato Head: Remember all that bad stuff I said about Andy's attic? I take it all back.
Slinky: Ya darn-tootin'.
Hamm: You said it!

View Quote [the toys are on their way to Sunnyside Daycare while Barbie is in tears]
Mrs. Potato Head Oh, it's all right, Barbie. You'll be okay.
Barbie Well, Molly and I have been growing apart for years, it's just... I can't believe she would throw me away!
Mr. Potato Head: Welcome to the club, toots.
Woody: Okay, guys. We can make it back to Andy's, but we gotta move fast. We'll hide under the seats until we get back home.
Mr. Potato Head: Get it through your vinyl noggin, Woody! Andy doesn't want us anymore.
Woody: He was putting you IN THE ATTIC!
Jessie: He left us on the curb!
Buzz: All right, calm down! Both of you!
Woody: Okay. Fine. Fine. Just wait'll you see what daycare's like.
Rex: Why? What's it like?
Woody: Daycare is a sad, lonely place for washed up old toys who have no owners.
[Barbie wails]
Hamm: Quite the charmer, aren't ya?
Woody: Oh, you'll see. As soon as we get to day care, you'll be beggin' to go home!

View Quote [repeated line] Flaming Death!

View Quote Uh, no refunds after the first two minutes.

View Quote You're all fired.

View Quote Mustafa: Do you know what you would like this evening, sir?
Ego: Yes, I think I do. After hearing a lot of over-heated puffery about your new cook, do you know what I'm craving? A little... perspective. That's it. I'd like some fresh, clear, well-seasoned perspective. Can you suggest a good wine to go with that?
Mustafa: With what, sir?
Ego: Perspective, fresh out, I take it?
[Mustafa is confused and stays silent]
Ego: Very well. Since you are all out of perspective and no one else seems to have it in this bloody town, I'll make you a deal: you provide the food, I'll provide the perspective, which would go nicely with a bottle of Cheval Blanc 1947.
Mustafa: I'm afraid...um...your dinner selection?
Ego: [bursts out of his chair and gets right in Mustafa's face] Tell your chef, Linguini, that I want whatever what he dares to serve me! Tell him to hit me with his best shot!

View Quote Mustafa: Someone has asked what is new!
Horst: New?
Mustafa: Yes! What do I tell them?
Horst: Well, what did you tell them?
Mustafa: I told them I would ask!
Skinner: What are you blathering about?
Horst: Customers are asking what is new! What should I tell them?
Skinner: What did you tell them?
Mustafa: I told them I would ask!

View Quote [Meanwhile in the kitchen]
Horst: [to Linguini] It's your recipe! How can you not know your own RECIPE?!
Linguini: I didn't write it down, it just came to me!
Horst: Well, make it come to you again, ja? BECAUSE WE CAN'T SERVE THIS!!
Mustafa: Where's my order?!
Linguini: Can't we serve them something else?! Something I didn't invent?
Larousse: This is what they're ordering!
Linguini: Make them order something else! Tell him we're all out!
Pompidou: We cannot be all out. We just opened.
Larousse: I have another idea. What if we serve them what they order?!
Colette: We will make it! Just tell us what you did!
Linguini: I don't know what I did!
Horst: We need to tell the customers something!
Linguini: Then tell them... tell them... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! [flees the kitchen and runs back into the office]
LaRousse: [puzzled] Eh?
[Remy is about to re-enter the kitchen]
Django: [trying to stop his son] Remy!
Emile: Don't do it!
Django: Remy! Don't! Stop!
Emile: They'll see you! STOP!
Horst: We are not talking about me! We are talking about what to do right now!
[Remy enters, and everyone sees him]
Colette: [gasps] RAAAAAT!!! Kill it!
Chefs: RAAAAAT!!!
Django: Remy!
Horst: Get my knife!
[Linguini sees and gasps in his office]
Linguini: [jumps in front of the chefs] DON'T TOUCH HIM!!! [whispers to Remy] Thank you for coming back, Little Chef. [to the chefs] I know this sounds insane, but... well, folks, the truth sounds insane sometimes, but that doesn't mean it's not. Uh, the truth. And the truth is, I have no talent at all, but this rat, he's the one behind these recipes, he's the cook! The real cook. He's been hiding under my toque. He's been controlling my actions. He's the reason I can cook the food that's exciting everyone. The reason Ego is outside that door. I know it's hard to believe, but, hey, you believed I could cook, right? Look. [showing the chefs how Remy pulls a couple of his hair locks to control his arms] This works. It's crazy, but it works. We can be the greatest restaurant in Paris and this rat, this brilliant Little Chef, can lead us there. What do you say? You with me?
[Horst steps up, but takes off his apron, and leaves in disappointment. Both Emile and Django hide as the rest of the chefs leave. Colette is the last to leave. She raises her hand, about to slap Linguini, but she doesn't and instead sighs in disappointment. She climbs on her motorcycle and rides off. Both Linguini and Remy are sad. Linguini looks through the window, and sees Anton Ego, who gives him a glare. Linguini sadly walks back into his office, leaving Remy behind. Meanwhile, Colette rides in the streets in sadness. She stops and notices the cookbook in the window entitled "Anyone can cook".]

View Quote What? Did I forget to wipe my mud flaps?

View Quote [All the main characters are at the Drive-In Theater]
Sign: Toy Car Story
'Woody: YOU! ARE A TOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! CAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Buzz Lightyear: You are a sad, strange little Wagon. You have my pity. Farewell!
Woody: Oh yeah? Well, good riddance, ya loony!
Hamm: I hate to break up the road rally, guys, but: THEY'RE HERE! BIRTHDAY GUESTS AT 3 O'CLOCK!
Mack: Oh boy! Whoever does the voice of that piggy truck, I'm tellin' you, he's one great actor!
Sign: Monster Trucks Inc.
Mike: We're banished, genius! Stuck out here in this wasteland without chains!
Sulley: But Mike, the Boomobile is in trouble! She needs our help!
Mike: You're still not listening! [Looks behind Sulley, who turns around]
Abominable Snowplow: Welcome to the Himalayas! Snow Cone?
Mack: Oh boy! That Abominable Snowplow is quite the comic thespian.
Sign: A Bug's Life
Flik: Circus cars!? How can you be circus cars!?
P.T. Flea: These are the lousiest circus cars in the world. And they're gonna make me rich!
Mack: Wait a minute. They're just using the same actor over and over again!!!!!!!!! What kind of a cut-rate production is this!?

View Quote Behold: The Underminer! I am always beneath you, but nothing is beneath me! I hereby declare war on peace and happiness! Soon, all will tremble before me!

View Quote [Parker Stadium - Metroville, 3 MONTHS LATER]
[Last lines; The stadium parking lot is about half full on a beautiful cloudless day. The sign outside the stadium displays "JUNIOR HIGH TRACK FINALS". Inside the stadium, young runners loosen up at the starting line of the hundred-yard dash. Dash is among them. He waves to the stands. In the stands, Bob, Helen and Jack-Jack wave back. Coming down the steps is none other than Violet's crush, Tony Rydinger. He waves cooly at some friends and heads toward the concession stand. Pausing when he sees Violet and a friend talking nearby. He approaches them.]
[PA announcements]
Violet: Do we have to have cheerleaders at the track meet? I mean, what is that all about?
Violet's friend: Well, I always thought it was more like a...
Tony: Hey.
Violet: Hey.
Tony: You’re, uh, Violet, right?
Violet: That’s me.
Violet's friend: See you, Vi.
[Her friend leaves]
Tony: You look different.
Violet: I feel different. Is different... okay?
Tony: Hey, different is... [clears throat] Different is great. [stammering] Would you wanna...
Violet: Yeah?
Tony: Do you think maybe... [stammering] ...you and I... you know...
Violet: Yeah?
Tony: Do you...
[Violet silences Tony with a single finger on his lips. Tony stares at her in shock and wonder.]
Violet: Shh. I like movies. I’ll buy the popcorn. Okay?
Tony: [stammering] A movie. There you go. Yeah...yeah! Wait, wait...so Friday?
Violet: Friday. [She sits down with Bob, Helen and Jack-Jack]
[The starter pistol fires, and the runners take off. Dash jogs well behind the pack in a confident, easy trot. In the stands Bob, Helen, and Violet cheer Dash on.]
Bob and Helen: Go, Dash, go! Go, go, go! Run, run!
[Dash hears them and looks toward the stands.]
Helen: Run, Dash! Run!
[Dash, his eyes still on his family, accelerates a little and quickly moves toward the front of the pack. Dash, clearly confused now, furrows his brows as he again drops back. The family shouts louder]
Bob: Come on, run! Pick up the pace! Move it, move it! Pace it! Slow down just a little bit! Don’t give up! Make it close!
[Understanding, Dash accelerates just enough to scare the leader, crossing the finish line inches behind him.]
Helen: Second!
Bob: Close second, close second. Yeah! That’s my boy!
[The family crosses the parking lot, Dash sitting atop Bob's shoulders, clutching his second-place trophy. Everyone is happy and together]
Helen: Dash, I'm so proud of you.
Dash: I didn't know what the heck you wanted me to do.
[The ground begins to quake. The Incredibles stop as the low rumble grows louder. On the far side of the lot, cars begin to be thrown into the air, tossed about like toys. A gargantuan drill spirals out of the ground, throwing dirt and chunks of asphalt in all directions. People run screaming as the enormous metallic vehicle crests and crashes to earth. A door opens on top and a hulking figure in dirty overalls emerges atop a rising platform, his ragged voice amplified through a loudspeaker,]
Underminer: BEHOLD, THE UNDERMINER! I am always beneath you, but nothing is beneath ME! I hereby declare WAR ON PEACE and happiness! Soon all will tremble BEFORE ME!
[Camera pans off Bob as he glances at his family. They've already donned their masks, ready as they'll ever be. Camera returns to Bob, revealing that he too has put on his mask. He turns toward their new nemesis and smiles, rips his shirt open to reveal the "i" insignia on the chest of his super suit underneath, the logo of Letter I and The Incredibles; credits roll].