Why am I soaking wet?
Don't worry, Alfalfa. I used to have the same problem.
It's just a hole in the tent.
The Little Rascals (1994) · 30 quotes
2nd most-quoted character in The Little Rascals (1994): in 10 of its 30 quotes
Most scenes with: Alfalfa (6), Stymie (5), Butch (3)
Why am I soaking wet?
Don't worry, Alfalfa. I used to have the same problem.
It's just a hole in the tent.
Thank you my good man!
Six kids, hardworking father, honest and trustworthy. Loan... denied.
Hello, my good man.
Gentlemen, uh, have a seat.
Can we sit down?
Are you kidding?
We can't sit down my good man.
And what may I do for you?
We wanna take out a hefty loan.
Course, of course. Do you have an account with us?
What is your account... number?
Uh, seven.
Seven?... seven?
Try eight.
Eight?
Heard enough.
Ouch!
If you were my kids, I'd punish you!
If we were your kids, we'd punish ourselves!
Leave the premises post haste!
You can't treat people this way, Mister!
You're not people, you're kids!
Hey, everybody. Uh-Huh’s learned a new word!
Actually, I've always had a rather extensive vocabulary, not to mention a phenomenal grasp of grammar and a superlative command of syntax. I simply chose not to employ them.
[Petey barks]
Oh tay!! (cheering)
Well, I guess things just have to change sometimes.
Hey!
Well, hello, Mr. Bubbles.
That's the most disgusting display she-man woman loving I've ever seen!
Don't talk to me, you Benedict Arnold! You-You Judas Priest! This is all your fault!
All 'my fault?!
You torched the clubhouse.
And it's all my fault? Say, you're supposed to be guardin’ the go-cart, you muzak-warbling wimp!
Re-lax, you double-crossing mud muncher! I parked it right over there! (runs to show the Rascals the go-cart, but it's not there) It was right here.
Well, where is it?
Boy, you're messin’ up left and right.
That's it, you sissified tweety bird! I wish I had a club to throw you out of!
Me, too!
Well, you sewage-swinging slime ball!
If there still was a club, I QUIT!!! Hmph! (storms off)
Good!
What a wimp!
Yeah!
(a bubble comes out of Alfalfa's butt, causing the Rascals to laugh)
I'm sorry, Alfalfa. Spanky isn't here.
I'm sorry, Spanky. Alfalfa's not here.
Darn!
Gentlemen and gentlemen, I give you our president, Spanky!
How are you? Nice to see you. [whispering] Your fly's undone. [eventually, he arrives at the podium. He takes a deep breath] Vice president Stymie, lead the men in the Pledge of Our Lesions.
I, Stymie...
I, Stymie...
...Member in good standing of the He-Man Woman Haters Club...
Member in good standing of the He-Man Woman Haters Club...
...Do solemnly swear to be a he-man and hate women and not play with them or talk to them unless I have to. And especially: never fall in love. And if I do, may I die slowly and painfully and suffer for hours - or until I scream bloody murder.
[Porky then recites this with the other Rascals]
Howdy, Mister. Me and my buddies have to build a new clubhouse.
We have buy some lumber.
What kind?
Wood!
Nothing like a security system to give you peace of mind.
[With the smell of pickles all over them, Butch and Woim head for home. As they walk past the dance hall, Butch spots Alfalfa and Spanky, who ran into the dance hall in panic. They need to find disguises. And fast. Frantically, the boys run into the costume room. Tutus, wigs and leotards spill out. Alfalfa looks at Spanky. Spanky looks at Alfalfa. They don't have any choice. Butch and Woim are hot on their trail. The bullies race down the hallway, and push open the first door they see. AAH!! A bunch of girls shriek. Wrong door. Butch and Woim run back down the hallway. They open another door. More shrieks. Next they come to the costume room. The door to the room swings open]
Hiya, fellas!
Say, you two chicklets see a couple of ugly mugs who ran in here?
Whew. [hey watch Butch and Woim walk in on Ms. Roberts. She frustratingly ushers the bullies out the door] Let's ange-chay and am-scray!
You took the words right out of my mouth. [pushes the exit door]
Hi!
Are you a Sugar Plum fairy?
Pardon me. I'm sweating like a pig. It's the recital.
Here's my handkerchief. [gives Alfalfa her handkerchief. He wipes the sweat off his forehead. And then he scrubs underneath his arms. After he's done, he offers the handkerchief back to her] Uh, you keep it. I'm emotional as well. My boyfriend Waldo is going to be here.
He's driving her to his mansion for tea.
Do you have any boyfriends?
No!
But, there is one boy I'd love to get to know. His name is Alfalfa.
Same here.
I don't miss him at all. Except...his voice. If he sings, he makes me melt like a popsicle on the Fourth of July!
[Suddenly, the children are interrupted by Ms. Roberts. It is showtime. The girls head out to take their places]
[The dance hall is crowded. Lots of parents and friends have come. Waldo is there, as well. Against their better judgment, Alfalfa and Spanky are forced to join hands with the girls, and dance out onto the stage. In a panic, Alfalfa tosses the frog to Spanky, who doesn't want the frog either. Where can he put it? Faster, he shoves it down Alfalfa's leotard. Spinning and twirling, the girls begin to dance. Alfalfa and Spanky try to keep up, but it's hopeless. The frog is too distracting for Alfalfa. Jumping in emotion, he dances like a madman around the stage, hoping the frog will jump out of the leotard. The girls stop dancing. They can't take their eyes off the crazy ballerina. Eventually, the music ends. Everyone, including Alfalfa, takes a bow. The audience burst into laughter. Ms. Roberts is furious.]
Let's get out of here! [he and Spanky are offstage and head out the door] Good thing I finally caught that frog.
Yes. Now all you need to concern about is warts!
You've ruined my recital, you ragamuffin!
I'll distract them while you make a getaway.
Thanks, Spanky. You sure are a pal.
Hello, again.
Nice tan. Any last words?
Darla, there's a perfectly logical explanation– [his eyes dart to the growling Fifi] Which I'll make up later! [takes off]
You did it, Alfalfa! You won!
We did it! All of us!
Gentlemen, let's give Alfalfa a big "Spoley-oley"!
Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley! Spoley-oley!
Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you...
It ain't right! We go through all the trouble of stealing your racer, and you still win! Better brace yourself, because now I'm really gonna kick your butt!
I'm usually a lover, not a fighter, but in your case I'm willing to make an exception.
Pig puckey!
Allow me!
Looking good, man.
Yeah.
Hey, there's the guy who risked his neck for us!
I gotta admit, he turned out to be pretty okay, darn it.
Put it in there, pal. You're quite a guy. Us machismo types have a club. The He-Man Woman-Haters Club. Alfalfa, I'm extending a membership offer here. Now, what is it?
That's not Waldo!
You'll be hearing from my lawyers.
Then who's this guy who saved our butts?
Hi, guys. What's up?
A girl! Ohh!
Well, don't that beat all.
Spanky!