Kelly Preston movie quotes

View Quote Joan: You are so lucky you didn't ruin this dress.
Conrad: Mom, I know you're angry, but there's something you need to know. This was all Sally's fault.

View Quote [After signing a contract, and the two high-foured The Cat]
Cat: Let's get this party started! Uh-huh! Hey, check out this room! [he chuckles] What now?
Sally: Mom says we're not allowed in the living room today, or else.
Conrad: She's worried we'll mess up the couches by jumping on them or something.
Cat: And she's right, you can't jump on these. Not like this... They need some adjustment!
[puts on his name tag, but it is a mechanic-like Cat is seen]
Catwrench: Yee-Haw! Let's take a Look under the hood! [Spits and searches the couch for things like a truck lifter and a tennis racker] Yeah. Just doing my job [farts] Sorry, what have we got here... [pulls out a tennis racket] Here we go... It's oversized. That's unusual. [pulls out a Red heavy truck lifter] Here it is. [An elephant trunk comes out of the couch trumpeting] Down, Simba! Down, Simba! Get outta here! [takes the tennis racket and hits the elephant trunk; it sprays water at him and continues trumpeting] Spray me, would you? Oh---
[He gets caught by an elephant trunk, and it starts choking Catwrench, he starts punching him, and the elephant whimpers and after it whimpers]
Catwrench: Thanks for the help. [gets under the couch] Back in a second. Who's your couch mechanic? You better call Mr. Catwrench... Owww! [starts fixing the couch, as more sparks come out from under] My Fur! MY FUR! MY FUR! [ends up getting sucked up under the couch, and then comes back from the under] That oughta do it! Whew!
[The couch then falls onto the floor, The Cat happily laughs and jumps on a couch, and jumps in another couch and then jumps on the couch again]
Cat: Come on, Kids! I could use a little company!
Sally: What about Mom's party?
Conrad: What about it? We signed the contract! [joins in jumping in the couch with the Cat]
Cat: One cushion left, Sally!
Conrad: She'll never do it. She doesn't know how to have fun.
The Fish: Fun? Sally, you're better than fun. Fun is beneath you. Remember what your mother told you: "No one sets foot in the living room." You know what? Let's just watch some flashbacks.
[Flashback shows Joan talking to Conrad and Sally]
Joan: [In flashback with her voice slowed down] Absolutely, no one sets foot in the living room or else...
[Another flashback shows Mr. Humberfloob repeating...]
Mr. Humberfloob: [In flashback] ...You're fired, fired, fired, fired, fired, fired, [Deep breath, and then he continues] fired, fired, fired...
[End of flashback]
Fish: And that's why... [The Cat grabs him and he screams in shock, and gets thrown into the toilet] This is where they buried my brother!
[Then, Sally joins in with Conrad and The Cat]
Conrad: This is amazing!
Sally: Like being in the circus!
The Cat: Yeah, but without those tortured animals and drunken clowns that have hepatitis. See, kids, I told you we could have fun.
[The camera cuts to the door, Unbeknownst to The Cat, Conrad and Sally, Larry then opens the door, he is revealed to be wearing Yellow pants, a blue jean jacket, and a white tank top]
Conrad: The best thing is, no one will ever... Know.
Larry: Judas priest! I can't believe what I'm seeing!
Sally: Oh, Mr. Quinn, I was just telling Conrad to get off the couch. Bad, Conrad, bad!
Larry: Sally. Baby, angel, princess, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret, okay? NOBODY LIKES A SUCK-UP!
[Quinn lets out a loud, obnoxious bark of laughter, brushing past them with a swagger in his step as he struts into the kitchen. Conrad and Sally nervously glance left and right, frantically scanning the living room to locate the couch where The Cat had just been jumping moments before.]
Sally: Where's the cat?
Conrad: I don't know.
Larry: [Larry saunters back into the living room frame, balancing a cold, sweat-beaded bottle of beer in one hand and a giant piece of white bread in the other. He takes a massive, ungraceful bite and lets out a long, thunderous burp. Sally instantly recoils, making a dramatic face of absolute disgust.] Good bread. What are you two looking at? [Without warning, The Cat launches himself off the furniture, flying high into the air with acrobatic precision. He hooks his gloved paws onto the ceiling trim and hangs upside down directly above Larry's head. The Cat aggressively begins scratching at his own fur, causing heavy clouds of loose cat hair to rain down straight onto Larry's face and shoulders. Larry immediately squints, his throat tightening as his allergies flare up wildly.] Is there a Cat in here? [continues sneezing] I'm gonna-- [Sneezes] You're gonna-- [Sneezes] I have to-- [Sneezes and then walks to the door, Unfortunately, for his misfortune, He Sneezes again] Get out of here. ​[In a blind, sneezing panic, Larry stumbles sideways toward the front door, sneezes twice and then he leaves the house, The two laugh]
Cat: See, kids. I told you. Stick with me; it'll all work out. [​Without warning, The Cat's nose twitches violently. His eyes cross, and he lets out a high-pitched, thunderous sneeze identical to Larry's. His grip completely fails, and he drops like a stone from the high ceiling, flailing his arms wildly and screaming at the top of his lungs. Lands on the floor and bounces.] Little-known fact: cats always land on their tushy!
Conrad: I thought they always landed on their feet.
Cat: Oh, sure, now you tell me. Harumph!

View Quote [After heaving a bulky, inanimate mannequin that vaguely resembles the slumped-over form of Mrs. Kwan onto the wooden crate, the Cat dusting off his hands]
Cat: There, that oughta buy us some time. Come on, kids, let's go, go, go! [The Cat, Conrad, and Sally dash out of the frame in a frantic hurry]
[The camera cuts to a cluttered apartment where Larry grunts, unbuckling his heavy back harness and tossing it aside before sinking heavily into a squeaky wooden rocking chair. With a groaning sigh, he pops out his false teeth and plops them into a glass cup with a loud clinking sound. A sharp, heavy knock echoes at his door]
Larry: Yeah! [Two burly Repomen unceremoniously push the door open and stride into the cramped apartment] What do you want now?
Repo Guy: [Thrusts an official paper directly into Lawrence's face with a flat expression] Repo.
Larry: You're repossessing my TV? Well, I'm sure I made a payment. [He frantically pulls a worn leather wallet from his pocket and pulls out a plastic card] If it's about that balance check, here, let me give you a credit card. It's expired. [Without a word, the Repo crew hoists the heavy television up and marches out the door; Larry trails behind them, staring out the open entryway in utter defeat]
Narrator: With the lock on his collar, Nevins kept running, unaware of his part in the evil Quinn's cunning. [Larry strides over to the landline phone, dialing furiously; the camera cuts to Joan answering in her spotless office]
Joan: Joan Walden Real Estate, be it ever so humble, there's no-
Larry: Oh, hi, Joan, the kids let the dog out again.
Joan: You're kidding.
Larry: Don't worry, I'll go get him, then we'll have a conversation vis-a-vis military school.
Joan: I don't know, Conrad's like you, Lawrence. He's... Very sensitive.
Larry: Uh-huh.
Joan: [Sighs deeply, leaning her forehead on her palm] But I suppose it's something I should consider.
Larry: I'll get the dog; I'll be right over. [A continuous dial tone hums as Joan hangs up the receiver; back in his apartment, Larry thoughtfully picks at his exposed belly button with a deep groan]
[The camera shifts to a sunlit suburban backyard, tracking the trio as they peer over a thick green hedge; across the lawn, Nevins trots near a small wooden doghouse where Frank the dog sits watching]
Conrad: Okay, there's Nevins. Stay out of sight.
[Conrad, Sally, and the Cat duck down low against the dirt; plucked violin strings begin echoing softly in a dramatic suspense fashion, until the camera pans down to reveal the Cat vigorously plucking his own long facial whiskers like a cello]
Cat: I thought the moment needed something.
Fish: [Pops his head out of his water-filled glass jar, flailing his fins wildly in total panic] Oh. What will become of us? Your mother will lose her job? And we'll have to... LIVE ON THE STREET! [His voice cracks as he hyperventilates] I CAN'T GO! DON'T MAKE ME GO! I DON'T KNOW THIS WORLD! IT'S [Gasping, flopping about stiffly like a dried-up fish] DRY, AND IT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN!
Conrad: Fish!
Fish: [Still flailing hysterically in the open air] IT'S TOO... IT'S TOO... IT'S TOO MUCH!
Cat: Would you like to go back in the toilet?
Fish: [Instantly stops panicking and snaps straight up] On second thought, it was such a beautiful day. Why can't it spend time indoors?
Cat: Thank you! [The Fish dramatically gasps, squeezes his gills shut, and plunges safely back to the bottom of the glass jar]

View Quote Josie: People make mistakes, Will. That's what high school's about. Heck, that's what life's about! The key is to learn from them.
Will: I hope my friends see it that way.
Josie: If someone is a true friend, you'd be surprised how understanding they can be.

View Quote Josie: We can't change who he is. Not without dropping him in a vat of toxic waste.
[Steve turns to look at Josie and raises his finger]
Josie: Steve.
Steve: Now where would we even find a vat of...
Josie: (understandably alarmed) Steve!

View Quote Steve: All I ever wanted for him was to save the world. To just... feel that, once.
Josie: That's an awful lot to put on a 14-year-old's shoulders.
Steve: Oh, come on, Josie. When I was his age I could put a truck on my shoulders.

View Quote We're not perfect, any of us. We make mistakes, we screw up but then we forgive and move forward.