ALL A B C D E F G H I J K L M
N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

The Little Rascals

The Little Rascals quotes

23 total quotes





View Quote Stymie: Porky, you sure know how to make a sand-wich!
Porky: That wasn't sand, that was kitty litter.
Buckwheat: Don't worry, it's pretty fresh.
View Quote Stymie: Wood doesn't grow on trees!
View Quote The Rascals: [singing] We are he-man woman haters, We feed girls to alligators, Our clubhouse burned down mighty low, But we've got a plan to make some dough! Left, right. Left, right.
View Quote Waldo: We just moved into town. My father bought the oil refinery.
Darla: That explains why you're so refined!
Alfalfa: Yeah, and so oily!
Waldo: [to Alfalfa] Watch it, bud.
View Quote [Alfalfa runs outside where he is chased by a doberman. He leaps into a swimming pool and swims to the other side to escape. As he hoists himself out and rubs water from his face, he suddenly pauses. He looks down and his eyes widen as he sees his underwear floating in the pool. He grabs his underwear and struggles to put it back on.]
Darla: Alfalfa! [Alfalfa turns around to see Darla and Waldo sitting in the nearby hot tub, laughing] This is a side of you I've never seen before!
Alfalfa: Darla! [Darla and Waldo laugh even harder] Darla, there's a perfectly logical explanation for this. [he turns to see Waldo’s Doberman, Fifi, snarling at him] Which I'll make up later! [he sprints off as Fifi chases him]
View Quote [Buckwheat and Porky are at a payphone across from the firehouse]
Buckwheat: Quick! What's the number for 911?
Porky: How do I know?
[They run away leaving the phone off the hook]
View Quote [Deleted scene; Butch and Woim attempt to steal the Blur]
Butch: This’ll be like stealin' candy from a baby.
Woim: The last time we stole candy from a baby, we ended up with the chicken pox.
View Quote [Stymie and Spanky are disguised as Amish men and walk into the bank; someone holds the door open for them]
Spanky: Thank you my good man!
Mr. Welling: [writing] Six kids, hardworking father, honest and trustworthy. Loan... denied.
Spanky: Hello, my good man.
Mr. Welling: Gentlemen, uh, have a seat.
Spanky: [to Froggy, who is holding him up under the coat] Can we sit down?
Froggy: Are you kidding?
Spanky: We can't sit down my good man.
Mr. Welling: And what may I do for you?
Stymie: We wanna take out a hefty loan.
Mr. Welling: Course, of course. Do you have an account with us?
Stymie: [nods] And how!
Mr. Welling: What is your account... number?
Spanky: Uh, seven.
Mr. Welling: Seven?... seven?
Froggy: Try eight.
Spanky: Eight?
Mr. Welling: Heard enough.
[Welling pulls the fake beards on Stymie and Spanky]
Spanky and Stymie: Ouch!
Mr. Welling: If you were my kids, I'd punish you!
Stymie: If we were your kids, we'd punish ourselves!
Mr. Welling: Leave the premises post haste!
Spanky: You can't treat people this way, Mister!
Mr. Welling: You're not people, you're kids!