Cher: As if.
[about keeping her virginity]
Cher: You see how picky I am about my shoes and they only go on my feet.
Cher Horowitz: So okay, I don't want to be a traitor to my generation and all but I don't get how guys dress today. I mean, come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair - ew - and cover it up with a backwards cap and like, we're expected to swoon? I don't think so.
Cher: So like, right now for example. The Haitians need to come to America. But some people are all, "What about the strain on our resources?" Well it's like when I had this garden party for my father's birthday, right? I put R.S.V.P. 'cause it was a sit-down dinner. But some people came that like did not R.S.V.P. I was like totally buggin'. I had to haul ass to the kitchen, redistribute the food, and squish in extra place settings. But by the end of the day it was, like, the more the merrier. And so if the government could just get to the kitchen, rearrange some things, we could certainly party with the Haitians. And in conclusion may I please remind you it does not say R.S.V.P. on the Statue of Liberty. Thank you very much.
Murray: Woman, lend me fi' dollas.
Dionne: Murray, I have asked you repeatedly not to call me "woman".
Murray: Excuse me, "Ms. Dionne."
Dionne: Thank you.
Murray: Okay, but, street slang is an increasingly valid form of expression. Most of the feminine pronouns do have mocking, but not necessarily in misogynistic undertones.
Mel: Anything happens to my daughter, I got a .45 and a shovel, I doubt anybody would miss you.
Travis: I would like to say this. Tardiness is not something you can do on your own. Many, many people contributed to my tardiness. I would like to thank my parents for never giving me a ride to school, the LA city bus driver who took a chance on an unknown kid and last but not least, the wonderful crew from McDonalds who spend hours making those egg McMuffins without which I might never be tardy.
Murray: Your man Christian is a cake boy!
Murray: He's a disco-dancing, Oscar Wilde-reading, Streisand ticket-holding friend of Dorothy, know what I'm saying?
Cher: Uh-uh, no way, not even!
Murray: Yes, even; he's gay!
Dionne: He does like to shop, Cher. And the boy can dress.
Cher: Isn't my house classic? The columns date all the way back to 1972.
Cher: He does dress better than I do, what would I bring to the relationship?
Cher: I am totally butt crazy in love with Josh.
Cher: Until mankind is peaceful enough not to have violence on the news, there's no point in taking it out of shows that need it for entertainment value.
Cher: Do you prefer "fashion victim" or "ensembly challenged"?
Cher: I was surfing the crimson wave. I had to haul ass to the ladies'.
Cher: Lucy, the fire department called again. They said we need to clear out that bush. You said you'd get Jose to do it.
Lucy: He your gardener, I don't know why you no tell him.
Cher: Lucy, you know I don't speak Mexican.
Lucy: I NOT A MEXICAN.
Lucy: [storms off]
Cher: Great, what was that all about?
Josh: Lucy's from El Salvador.
Josh: So, it's an entirely different country.
Cher: What does that matter?
Josh: You get mad if anyone thinks you live below Sunset.
Mel: Which reminds me, where's your report card?
Cher: It's not ready yet.
Mel: What do you mean, "it's not ready yet?"
Cher: Well, some teachers are trying to low-ball me, Daddy. And I know how you say, "Never accept a first offer", so I figure these grades are just a jumping off point to start negotiations.
Cher: Anything you can do to draw attention to your mouth is good.
[driving up to a huge house]
Cher: This is where Dionne lives. She's my friend because we both know what it's like for people to be jealous of us.
Cher: Christian said he'd call the next day, but in boy time that meant Thursday.
Josh: We might get Marky Mark to plant a celebrity tree.
Cher: Oh how fabulous. Getting Marky Mark to take time from his busy pants dropping schedule to plant trees. Why don't you just hire a gardener?
Josh: You know, maybe Marky Mark wants to use his popularity for a good cause - make a contribution. In case you've never heard of that, a contribution is...
Cher: Excuse me, but I have donated many expensive Italian outfits to Lucy, and as soon I get my license, I fully intend to brake for animals, and I have contributed many hours to helping two lonely teachers find romance.
Josh: Which I'll bet serves your interests more than theirs. You know, If I ever saw you do anything that wasn't ninety percent selfish, I'd die of shock.
Cher: Oh, that'd be reason enough for me.
Josh: I think I'd really like to check out Environmental Law.
Mel: Why? You want to have a miserable, frustrating life?
Cher: Oh, Josh will have that no matter what he does.
Mel: At least he knows what he's doing. And he's in a good college. I'd like to see you have a little bit of direction.
Cher: I have direction.
Josh: Yeah, towards the mall.
Tai: If I'm too good for him, then how come I'm not with him?
Cher: Everything I think and everything I do is wrong. I was wrong about Elton, I was wrong about Christian, and now Josh hated me. It all boiled down to one inevitable conclusion, I was just totally clueless. Oh, and this Josh and Tai thing was wigging me more than anything. I mean, what was my problem? Tai is my pal, I don't begrudge her a boyfriend, I really... Ooh, I wonder if they have that in my size. What does she want with Josh, anyway? He dresses funny, he listens to complaint rock, he's not even cute... in a conventional way. I mean, he's just like this slug who hangs around the house all the time. And he's a hideous dancer, I couldn't take him anywhere. Wait a second, what am I stressing about? This is like, Josh! OK, OK, so he's kind of a baldwin, but what would he want with Tai? She couldn't make him happy. Josh needed someone with imagination, someone to take care of him, someone to laugh at his jokes... in case he ever makes any. Then suddenly...
Cher: Miss Stoeger, I would just like to say that physical education in this school is a disgrace. I mean, standing in line for forty minutes is hardly aerobically effective. I doubt I've worked off the calories in a stick of Carefree gum.
Cher: I feel like such a heifer. I had two bowls of Special K, 3 pieces of turkey bacon, a handful of popcorn, 5 peanut butter M&M's and like 3 pieces of licorice.
Cher Horowitz: I was just totally clueless.
Mr.Hall: [as Travis goes to jump out window] And could the suicide attempts PLEASE be postponed until the next period?
Murray: Woman, why don't you be answerin' any of my pages?
Dionne: I hate when you call me woman.
Murray: Where you been all weekend? What's up? You been jeepin' behind my back?
Dionne: Jeepin'? Jeepin'? No. But, speaking of vehicular sex, perhaps you can explain how this cheap K-Mart hair extension got into the backseat of your car.
Murray: I don't know where that came from. That looks like one of your little stringy somethin' or an others you got over here.
Dionne: I do not wear polyester hair, okay? Unlike some people I know like Shawana.
Cher: Dee, I'm outty.
Murray: Why do you got to go there? Why do you gotta go there? Is it that time of the month again?
Cher: I felt impotent and out of control. Which I really, really hate. I had to find sanctuary in a place where I could gather my thoughts and regain my strength...
[we see a wide shot of the mall]
Dionne: [about Murray shaving his head] Why do you care what *he* thinks, Murray? I'm the one who has to look at you! What am I gonna do with you now? And right before the yearbook pictures? What am I gonna tell my grandchildren? You know what? That's it...
Murray: That's it!
Dionne: You wanna play games?
Murray: You wanna play games?
Dionne: I'm calling your mother!
Murray: Wait! Don't call my mom! Don't call my mom...
Mel: What's with you, kid? You think the death of Sammy Davis left an opening in the Rat Pack?
Dionne: Cher's saving herself for Luke Perry.
Cher: Dionne and I were both named after famous singers of the past, who now do infomercials.
Cher: Wasn't my mom a total Betty? She died when I was young. A freak accident during a routine liposuction.
Cher: [she side-swipes a parked car] Oh! Should I write them a note?
Cher: Sometimes you have to show a little skin. This reminds boys of being naked, and then they think of sex.
Cher: [seeking a match for her teacher] Unfortunately, There was a major babe drought at my school. The evil trolls from the math department were actually married and in the grand tradition of P.E. teachers, Ms. Stoger seemed to be same-sex oriented.
Cher: [to Josh] Shouldn't you go to school on the East Coast? I hear girls at N.Y.U. aren't at all particular.
Cher: Old people can be so sweet.
Cher: Dee, when your allergies act up, take out your nose ring.
Tai: Cher, I don't want to do this anymore. And my buns: they don't feel nothin' like steel.
Cher: Searching for a boy in high school is as useless as searching for meaning in a Pauly Shore movie.
Cher: [Referring to Josh] Okay, okay, so he is kind of a Baldwin.
Cher: Looks like we're gonna have to make a cameo at the Val party.
Cher: [about Josh] A licensed driver with nothing to do? Where would I find such a loser?
Cher: So, this flannel thing. Is that a nod to the crispy Seattle weather, or are you just trying to stay warm in front of the refrigerator?
Cher: Suddenly a dark cloud settled over first period... I got a C in debate?
Cher: That's Ren and Stimpy. They're way existential.
Cher: Okay, so you're probably going, "Is this like a Noxzema commercial or what?" But seriously, I actually have a way normal life for a teenage girl.
Cher: Dionne and her boyfriend Murray are in this dramatic relationship. I think they've seen that Ike and Tina Turner movie too many times.
Cher: Daddy's a litigator. Those are the scariest kind of lawyer. Even Lucy, our maid, is terrified of him. And daddy's so good he gets $500 an hour to fight with people. But he fights with me for free because I'm his daughter.
Cher: It's like that book I read in the 9th grade that said "'tis a far far better thing doing stuff for other people."
Cher: Christian had a thing for Tony Curtis so he brought over "Some Like it Hot" and "Sporadicus".
Mel: We're going to have a NICE FAMILY MEAL.
Tai: Shit, you guys, I have never had straight friends before!
Josh: So you don't want to make a night of it with the Ring a Ding Kid?
Dionne: So check it.
Cher: Would you look at that body language? Legs crossed towards each other. That is an unequivocal sex invite.
Amber: She could be a farmer in those clothes.
Amber: [makes W with her hands] Whatever.
Cher: [wondering why she's feels so horrible because of Tai and Josh; looks in a store window] Ooh! I wonder if they have that in my size.
Christian: Nice stems.
Christian: Thanks, man. You got my mark.