M. Emmet Walsh movie quotes

View Quote I'm telling the truth, dang it! It came from outer space. I saw it! And it was headed toward land. I called the government in Washington. Maybe it was a sputnik, or... or an invader from Mars. That's what it is, an invader from Mars! It was a spaceship of some kind. An unidentified flying object...

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Earl: Mayday, mayday. This is the Trawler Annabelle. I've lost my bearings, and I'm taking on water. My last good reading is 44 degrees north, 68 degrees-- [he notices a comet crash-landing in the distance; loses grip on radio.]
Voice On Radio: Portland Station to Annabelle. What is your current position?
Earl: [grabbing the radio to reply] I don't know exactly, Portland; Off the coast somewhere near Rockwell! Wait. The lighthouse! I see it!

View Quote [It transitions to a bright early morning sunrise in Rockwell. The camera pans through the pier and zooms towards the hill, a young boy who is Hogarth Hughes cycles down the street and stops outside Chat 'n' Chew diner. He enters the diner and looks around to see if his mother is around]
Annie Hughes: [Off-screen] Over here, honey!
[Hogarth notices his mother at the bar and he approaches it with a box in his arm]
Hogarth Hughes: Hey, Mom! You won't believe our good luck. Guess what I found?
Annie Hughes: Hogarth, we've been through this before: No pets.
Hogarth Hughes: Oh, but he's not a pet, Mom. He's a friend.
Annie Hughes: Hogarth, we've got to rent a room this year if we're gonna make ends meet, and no one wants to live in a place with shredded upholstery.
Hogarth Hughes: You'll never know he's there. I'll keep him in a cage.
Annie Hughes: Until you feel sorry for him and set him free... in the house. You remember the raccoon, Hogarth? [Shudders] I remember the raccoon.
Hogarth Hughes: Please, Mom, at least look at him.
Annie Hughes: All right. Where is this guy?
[Hogarth turns to the box, but he discovers it empty and the lid opened. Thankfully, his mom didn't notice, because she is busy talking to another waitress.]
Hogarth Hughes: I will go get him, okay?
[He leaves the bar to start looking around the diner under tables. He approaches one with a man behind the newspaper]
Hogarth Hughes: Excuse me. Excuse me. Sir? Excuse me--!
[Hogarth brings down the newspaper away from the man's face to find that he is actually sleeping. The man is Dean McCoppin, who wakes up.]
Dean McCoppin: What's that?
Hogarth Hughes: Please don't move. My pet's under your table. [Dean is about to look underneath] Don't look! If you make a scene, my mom won't let me keep him.
Dean McCoppin: What kind of pet, kid?
Hogarth Hughes: A squirrel. He's friendly.
[Then, they hear Earl talking to his friends about what happened to him last night.]
Earl Stutz: I'm telling the truth, dang it! It came from outer space. I saw it. And it was headed toward land. I called the government in Washington about it. Maybe it was a Sputnik or an invader from Mars. That's what it is. It's an invader from Mars! A spaceship of some kind. An unidentified flying object.
Patron: Unidentified? Knowing you, Earl, I'd say it was either whiskey or beer.
[They laugh at him]
Dean McCoppin: Hey. [they turn to Dean] I saw it too.
[The patrons look at Dean suspiciously and turn away]
Patron: I rest my case.
[They laugh again, Dean sighs in annoyance]
Hogarth Hughes: I believe you. What if it is Sputnik? [Dean takes off his sunglasses, unbeknown to them, a squirrel looks up Dean's trouser leg] Or a flying saucer from Mars? I bet we could find it.
Dean McCoppin: Sorry, kid. I didn't really see anything. But if we don't stick up for the kooks, who will?
Annie Hughes: [walking by] Is my son bothering you, sir?
[Suddenly, Dean's eyes widen, and he grits his teeth awkwardly.]
Dean McCoppin: Yes, I mean No! [he bangs the table] Call me Dean.
[Hogarth and his mom look dumbfounded]
Annie Hughes: Hogarth, you were going to get your pet, honey?
Hogarth Hughes: I will, Mom. Right after I finish talking with--
Dean McCoppin: Dean.
[Annie leaves to go back to the bar.]
Dean McCoppin: Found your pet.
Hogarth Hughes: Where?
Dean McCoppin: It's in my leg, man. Squirrel's up my pants, Hogarth. I'm trying not to wig out here.
Hogarth Hughes: Don't wig out.
[Dean begins to jolt uncontrollably]
Dean McCoppin: Okay. He's heading north now. I'm sorry, kid. [he gets up from the table and stands in the aisle] I'd like to apologize to everyone in advance for this. [he unzips the flyer on his pants and the squirrel starts running away the diner, causing the customers and the waitresses and waiters to scream and panic. Annie has seen all, and turns to glare at Dean. Dean places his sunglasses on nervously] Check, please.
[From Annie's POV, the camera pans to Hogarth who smiles nervously]
Customer: It's a rat!
[Later, Hogarth cycles down the path back to his home.]

View Quote Walt Scheel: Does this mean we have start being nice to each other?
Luther Krank: Of course not.
Walt Scheel: Good, cause I still don't like you that much.
Luther Krank: Well, that's great. I'm not fond of you either.

View Quote Nora: We skip Christmas?!
Vic: Nora Krank, we're here for Frosty!
Spike: You're skipping Christmas?! Isn't that against the law?
Spike: [watching Luther steal a Christmas tree] Are you sure this is illegal?
Luther: Are you a cop?
Walt Scheel: Well if it isn't old Scrooge himself
Blair: I'm bringing home Enriqué!
Luther: What's a reeké?
Nora: You forgot the white chocolate!
Luther: They didn't have any.
Nora: Did you talk to Rex?
Luther: Who's Rex?
Nora: The butcher.
Luther: ...As odd as it sounds, I didn't think to ask the butcher where the chocolate was!
Nora: What are you doing? It's not even Saturday night.
Nora: [Luther explains his idea for the cruise] How much is this going to cost?
Luther: $3,000.00.
Nora: We SAVE money?
Luther: Absolutely.
Nora: We can still give a donation to the Childrens Hospital and the Church?
Luther: No this is a total boycott honey.
Nora: It's $600.
Luther: It is a total boycott.
Nora: Well then no. [leaves] What a stupid idea.
[Later they are in bed]
Luther: You are going to let a lousy $600 stand between us and a Caribbean cruise?
Nora: No. You are.
Luther: Okay fine. Look. I'll match last year's contribution to the church and the hospital but not a penny more.
Nora: When do we leave?
Luther: High noon Christmas day.
Luther: Smoked trout?
Nora: It's better than frozen pizza.
Luther: What happened to the hickory honey ham?
Nora: [stops dead in her tracks and turns around with a livid look on her face] NEVER say hickory honey ham again.
Luther: [Sarcastically] Ooooh.
Nora: Why would we want to get tans before the cruise? I thought the idea was to get them DURING the cruise.
Luther: Look at us, we kind of look like uncooked chicken.
Daisy: You look like a corpse. [to Nora] And you could use some help too.
Luther: [dressed in black to hide his tan] I look like a Mafia Lieutenant.

View Quote Walt Scheel: Well, if it isn't old Scrooge himself.
Luther Krank: How do you think this photographer got this shot?
Walt Scheel: What photographer?
Luther Krank: The one who took this photograph.
Walt Scheel: Oh, that one.
Luther Krank: Yeah, that one.
Walt Scheel: Well, he climbed up.
Luther Krank: On your roof?
Walt Scheel: Yeah.
Luther Krank: Well, why did you do that?
Walt Scheel: I don't know. He said he wanted to get a shot of the whole street.
Luther Krank: At least you're consistent.
Walt Scheel: I try to be, old man.
Luther Krank: Stop that!
Walt Scheel: Stop what?
Luther Krank: Stop calling me old man! You're like 10 years older than me!
Walt Scheel: Am I?
Luther Krank: Yeah!
Walt Scheel: Well, prove it!

View Quote Stop right where you are! You know the score, pal! If you're not cop, you're little people.

View Quote Talk about beauty and the beast — she's both.