Top 30 Quotes From Geena Davis

Mrs. Little: George, have you seen Stuart?
George: He's down here with me.
Mr. Little: [whispering out] What are you doing to him?

Adam: You can see us without the sheets?
Lydia: Of course I can see you.
Adam: Well, how is it you see us and nobody else can?
Lydia: Well, I've read through that handbook for the recently deceased. It says: 'live people ignore the strange and unusual". I myself am strange and unusual.
Barbara: You look like a regular girl to me.

Stuart: Little high, little low!
Mrs. Little: [from a distance] Little hey, little hoe.
Margalo: What the heck was that?
Stuart: Oh, that's just how we greet each other.
Margalo: Interesting.
Snowbell: Nauseating is more like it.

Lydia: Are you the guys hiding out in the attic?
Adam: We're ghosts!
Lydia: What do you look like under there?
Adam: Aren't you scared?
Lydia: I'm not scared of sheets. Are you gross under there? Are you "Night of the Living Dead" under there? Like all bloody veins and pus?
Adam: Night of the what?
Lydia: Living Dead. It's a movie.
Barbara: You know, if I had seen a ghost at your age I would have been scared out of my wits.

[the Littles have just discovered Stuart's red roadster stripped]
Mrs. Little: Who would do such a thing?
Fredrick: Tiny little vandals!

Mr. Little: You must never harmed Stuart. You understand?
Mrs. Little: Never, or out you go, Mr. Snow.
Mr. Little: Stuart is one of the family now. We do not eat family members.

[Stuart has started the plane by accident; George and Will are playing a video game upstairs]
Will: Hey, what's that noise?
George: Sounds like a lawn mower.
Will: Inside the house?
Will,29282: [alarmed] Stuart!
[the boys rush downstairs to find the plane has started with Stuart in the cockpit]
George: Stuart, what are you doing?
Stuart: I'm not doing anything!
George: Pull the break!
[Stuart pulls the break, and flies to another part of the house]
Stuart: [to George] Get the book!
Will: This is cool. All my brother does is jam crayons up his nose.
George: [reading the instruction booklet] It says here, "On takeoff, pull back on the throttle".
Stuart: "Take off"? I'm already in the air!
[Stuart flies over George and Will's heads]
Stuart: Snowbell, get out of the way!
Snowbell: [running] Please don't hurt me!
[Mr. Little is upstairs]
Fredrick: [to George and Will] What's going on?
Will: Oh, nothing. Stuart is just flying in the house.
[Mr. Little sighs, but then becomes alarmed]
Fredrick: [shouting] Flying in the house?
George: At least he's indoors, nothing bad can happen.
Stuart: Watch out! Hit the dirt!
[Stuart flies over the boys' heads again, as Mrs. Little opens the door, holding a bouquet of flowers]
Mrs. Little: [as Stuart crashes into the flowers] Stuart!

Sam: All right, so we're at a standstill here? Because I've got 40 cues to work through.
Bash: I've never been in this position before. I don't know the right call, so I called the entertainment director to see what the other shows are doing.
Debbie: I don't care what the other shows do. I say we push opening night by a few days.
Sam: Can we do that?
Debbie: Yeah, we're the producers. We're not running things by Glen anymore. We push so we're not the show that danced on the graves of the astronauts.
Bash: Mm-hmm. Yes. But let's also run it by Sandy.
[Sandy walks in and Bash waves at her]
Bash: Hi!
[Sandy gets her coffee before approaching the trio]
Sandy Devereaux St. Clair: Oh, what a morning. I almost crashed my car listening to it on the way in here. How are you all holding up?
Debbie: Everyone's pretty upset.
Sam: Well, it is a fucking tragedy.
Bash: And on opening night. I mean, it's a tough call.
Sandy Devereaux St. Clair: You know, I was here when the MGM fire happened. Eighty-five people killed. The entire town was devastated. Guests literally suffocated in their beds.
Bash: Mm-hmm.
Sandy Devereaux St. Clair: But when the dust cleared, my old dance captain, Fluff LeCoque, I don't know if you know Fluff, but...
Bash: Mm-hmm...
Sandy Devereaux St. Clair: Anyway, Fluff walks into the theater, she takes a deep breath, and she says, 'Well, it doesn't smell like smoke in here.'
[Bash and Sam laugh]
Sandy Devereaux St. Clair: And you know what? They were back on the stage the next night.
Sam: Hmm.
Debbie: That's terrible.
Sandy Devereaux St. Clair: No, that's Vegas, Mrs. Howard.
Bash: Oh, no, no, no. This isn't my wife. No, my wife plays the scientist.
Debbie: I'm Debbie Eagan. Also a producer.
[Debbie shakes hands with Sandy]
Sandy Devereaux St. Clair: Oh, my God. I am so sorry. I... You know, I've been mistaken for somebody's wife so many times, you would think that I would know better.
Bash: Pfft! Yeah. No, it's me, Debbie, and Sam. We're like the, uh... the, uh, what's the thing with the, the three, the...
Sam: Cerberus?
Sam: What? No. What? What...
Sam: It's a three-headed dog.
Debbie: Three Musketeers?
Bash: There we go.
Sam: Oh, Musketeers.
Sandy Devereaux St. Clair: Well, sounds like you have everything under control, so, I'll see you tonight.
Bash: You a big wrestling fan?
Sandy Devereaux St. Clair: Uh, I'm a big fan of anything that sells out and gets the people in the casino.

Adam: [reading] 'Handbook of the Recently Diseased'.
Barbara: ...*deceased*.
Adam: Deceased?
Barbara: I don't know where it came from. Look at the publisher.
Adam: [does so] 'Handbook for the Recently Deceased Press'.
Barbara: You know what? I don't think we survived the crash!

[in the waiting room of the afterlife]
Barbara: Adam, is this what happens when you die?
Receptionist: This is what happens when *you* die.
[points at a gaunt man smoking]
Receptionist: That is what happens when *he* dies.
[points at a woman cut in half on the sofa reading]
Receptionist: And that is what happens when *they* die. It's all very personal. And I'll tell you something: if I knew then what I know now...
[shows her slit wrists]
Receptionist: ...I wouldn't have had my little accident.
[the dead people laugh]

Barbara: [after Jane did not hear Adam call her] She didn't see you, right?
Adam: Unh-uh.
Barbara: [reading the handbook] In the book: "Rule Number Two: the living usually won't see the dead".
Adam: 'Won't' or 'can't'?
Barbara: It just says 'won't'. God, this book is so stupid. I can't understand anything in it.
[Adam takes the book and closes it]
Adam: Barb, honey... we're dead. I don't think we have very much to worry about anymore.

Adam: Two weeks at home.
- The perfect vacation.
Barbara: Jane says we should sell the house to someone with a family.
- Well, I don't think that it's any of Jane's business.
- Besides, we could try again on this vacation, you know.
- Oh, really”? What are you saying?

Mrs. Little: Does Ben always dress this way?
Salesman: No no no madame! There are many moods of Ben! It all depends on the occasion.
Mrs. Little: What if the occasion was a family party?
Salesman: I think I have just the thing.

- But, Barbara, this house is too big for you.
- It really ought to be for a couple with a family, you know...?
- Oh, pumpkin, I didn't mean anything.
- It's just that this house is too big.
- I'll see you in a few weeks. Okay?
- Okay.
- All right.
- Think about it.
Barbara: Take care.

Stuart: So, what do I call you?
Mrs. Little: Mom.
Mr. Little: And Dad.
Mrs. Little: We haven't told you the best news of all.
Mr. Little: You have a brother, named George.
Stuart: What do I call him?
Mrs. Little: George.

Bobbi: Whatever it is, whatever it is that you've been hiding... I don't care. Because I can see in your eyes that it's given you a strength... You would never do to your child... what I did to mine. I can see, you are not scared.

[at breakfast]
Mrs. Little: [hands Stuart his plate] Here you go.
Stuart: Thanks, Mom.
Mrs. Little: Stuart, don't forget your water bottle. George...
Fredrick: ...don't forget your cleats.
Fredrick: [to Mrs. Little] My, you're looking lovely this morning.
Mrs. Little: [as her husband kisses her] Well, some people just know how to wear oatmeal.
Mrs. Little: [feeding Martha] OK, open up.
Martha: Blah... blah.
Mrs. Little: [surprised, sharing the news to the other family members] Did you hear that? She said "Blah... blah"! I can't believe it! Her first word!
[George rolls his eyes at Stuart, as Stuart gives smile to George]
Mrs. Little: Where's the baby book? I'm writing it down.
Fredrick: [as he's packing food] I'm not sure that's technically, you know, a word.
Mrs. Little: Well, of course it is. But you know, Uncle Crenshaw says that every Little starts talking by 9 months.
Fredrick: Or in Uncle Crenshaw's case, never stops.
Stuart: Are you both coming to the game?
Fredrick: Wouldn't miss it!
Mrs. Little: [to Mr. Little] Frederick, this soccer game is making me very...
Fredrick: Proud?
Mrs. Little: Anxious... especially about...
[Stuart grabs some jelly from the jar and slips]
Stuart: I'm fine.
Fredrick: He's fine.
Mrs. Little: All those boys stomping around in cleats. What if someone...
[makes a smashing gesture]
Fredrick: Oh, Honey. He's a Little. All Littles are natural athletes.

Adam: Barbara!
Barbara: Adam.
- Adam?
- Barbara.
Barbara: Adam!
- Adam. Oh, help.
- Barbara.
- Help, I'm getting all yellow.

[repeated line]
Barbara: Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse.

Barbara: Perfect start to our vacation.
- Well, you'll feel better when you're dry, honey.
Barbara: That fire wasn't burning when we left.
- How's your arm?
- I don't know. It feels frozen.

Beetlejuice: I'm feeling a little, ooh, anxious if you know what I mean. It's been about six hundred years after all. I wonder where a guy, an everyday Joe like myself, can find a little action...
[a brothel appears]
Beetlejuice: [dances with joy] Hey, Adam, nice move!
Barbara: Adam, why did you build that?
Adam: I didn't!
[Adam and Barbara appear at Juno's office]
Juno: The whorehouse was my idea! I want you to get Beetlejuice out of the picture!

Adam: Cabin fever, hon?
Barbara: Well, I can't clean anything properly. The vacuum's out in the garage and we can't leave the house. Why don't they tell us something? I mean, where are all the other dead people in the world? Why is it just you and me?
Adam: Maybe this is heaven.
Barbara: In heaven there wouldn't be dust on everything.

Bobbi: You should choose carefully what you tell me, Ava, because you can't un-say it, and I can't un-hear it.

Linda: Now, why have you focussed on the Seventies?
Toni: The late Seventies.
Linda: Yes.
Toni: Yes, well, eh... because things from the Seventies are so easy to find.

Mrs. Little: Did you hear that! She said "Bla Bla"!

Mrs. Little: Is he going to be alright?
Dr. Beechwood: Well, a lad that size swallowing all that detergent. Amazingly, I think he's gonna be fine. Also, he's very clean.

[Mr. Little is struggling to get a jar of pickles open]
Mrs. Little: Do you need...
Fredrick: Could you?
[Mrs. Little pops the top off the pickle jar]
Fredrick: [Martha throws her dish on the floor]
Mrs. Little: [grabbing Martha from her high chair] OK, that's it for you.
Mrs. Little: [to Snowbell] Snow, food.
Snowbell: [running down the stairs] "Food"? Is it tuna or herring? Or dare I say it, is it lox? Oh, please be lox!
Mrs. Little: [to Snowbell; Picks up the bowl leaving the food] Snow, that's for you.
Fredrick: How about it, boys? Are you ready to play some soccer?
Stuart: You bet, Dad!
Snowbell: [disgusted] Oh, it's glop. Look what I'm reduced to. I'm a handy wipe with hair.

- My god, that was close.
Barbara: I cannot watch this.
- What's the good of being a ghost if you can't frighten people away?
- Honey.
- No, I'm not putting up with this.

Messenger: How do I look? There are no mirrors on this side.
Adam: Fine, you look fine.
Messenger: Yeah?
Barbara: Fine.
Messenger: Thanks, I've been feeling a little flat.
[he laughs and goes through the crevice in the filing room]

[Adam and Barbara see a dark room with decomposed souls]
Barbara: Oh, Adam... What is this?
Janitor: That's the lost souls room; a room for ghosts that have been exorcised. The poor devils. That's death for the dead. It's all in the handbook.
[he closes the shade of the room]
Janitor: Keep moving.