Things couldn't possibly get any worse! [runs straight into Butch and Woim] Oh, then the clouds opened up and God said, "I hate you, Alfalfa!"
Nice tan!
Any last words?
Yeah, uh! See ya!
The Little Rascals (1994) · 30 quotes
5th most-quoted character in The Little Rascals (1994): in 6 of its 30 quotes
Most scenes with: Alfalfa (4), Woim (4), Spanky (3)
Things couldn't possibly get any worse! [runs straight into Butch and Woim] Oh, then the clouds opened up and God said, "I hate you, Alfalfa!"
Nice tan!
Any last words?
Yeah, uh! See ya!
This’ll be like stealin' candy from a baby.
The last time we stole candy from a baby, we ended up with the chicken pox.
Nothin' beats a buck and a duck.
Hey, you dumb duck, queda!
Hmm. [takes the key from the Blur, but finds it attached to a string] What's this?
Oh, no, not pickles! Oh, yuck!
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]
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!