Top 50 Quotes From Sally Field

May: Peter, listen to me. Secrets have a cost. They're not free. Not now, not ever.

Mrs. Gump: You have to do the best with what God gave you.

Mary: All anyone will remember of me is I was crazy and I ruined your happiness.
Abraham: Anyone who thinks that doesn't understand, Molly.
Mary: When they look at you, at what it cost to live at the heart of this, they'll wonder at it. They'll wonder at you. They should. But they should also look at the wretched woman by your side, if they want to understand what this was truly like, for an ordinary person, for anyone other than you.
Abraham: You must try to be happier. We must, both of us. We've been so miserable for so long.

Aunt: [about graduating high school] I know the first thing your Uncle Ben would say.
Peter: Yeah, I know too. "You better hurry up, party's over. You gotta get a job."
Aunt: Alright, the second thing he would say: "Don't just follow the path, make your own trail."
Peter: Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Aunt: No.
Peter: What do you mean, no?
Aunt: Ben told me he made it up!

May: Why didn't you tell me you didn't like my meat loaf? You could have said that to me 37 years ago.
Ben: Um...
May: How many meat loaves have I made for you?

Mrs. Doubtfire: Oh... as I hold this cold meat, I'm reminded of Winston. God rest his soul.
Miranda: When did he pass on?
Mrs. Doubtfire: Eight years ago, dear, this November.
Miranda: What happened?
Mrs. Doubtfire: He was quite fond of the drink. It was the drink that killed him.
Miranda: How awful. He was an alcoholic?
Mrs. Doubtfire: No, he was hit by a Guinness truck. So it was quite literally the drink that killed him.

Natalie: We're his goddamn kids, too.
[Miranda glares at Daniel]
Daniel: [laughs nervously] Kids say the darnedest things.
Miranda: Thank you. Any other choice phrases you'd like to teach our five-year-old, Daniel?

[Bandit has just used a broken bridge to jump a river]
Carrie: That was great! I want to jump something else! I want to jump a car, or a house, I wanna jump something!
Bandit: [still shaking] Then jump me!

Miranda: [Answering the phone] Hello?
Daniel: [Posing as a caller for the housekeeper ad, this time with a southern drawl] ... Aaaaaargh! Laila, get back into your cell! Don't make me get the hose! Hello?

Peter: Watch out!
[Peter catches a fly]
May: That's a fly, Peter.

Daniel: [posing as an applicant for the housekeeper position] I... am... job.
Miranda: Do you speak English?
Daniel: I... am... job!
Miranda: I'm sorry, the position has been filled.
[hangs up]
Miranda: What a nightmare!

Aunt: Hey, wait. What are you doing? What are you doing? No, I do the laundry.
Peter: I'm doing my laundry.
Aunt: No, I do the laundry. No, I this is my job. I've been doing your laundry since you were 6 years old.
Peter: I understand that. I'm in college now. I think it's time I took care of my own dirty underwear.
Aunt: Last time you did it, you turned everything blue and red, so no.
Peter: That was a mistake. Because I washing the American flag. My... Can I just please just...?
Aunt: No one washes a flag.
Peter: I do, and I won't anymore.
Aunt: This is my machine.
Peter: Fine. It's just underwear.
Aunt: This is laundry, my home, my machine. Back off, eat your breakfast.
Peter: All right, laundry sheriff. I'll do it later.

Bandit: What the hell was that?
Carrie: A left. Or a half a U.

Carrie: Don't you ever take off that hat?
Bandit: I take my hat off for one thing, and one thing only.
Carrie: Oh...
[beat]
Carrie: Take your hat off.
[Bandit looks stunned]
Carrie: If you want to...
Bandit: I want to.

Cop: Ma'am, are you aware that it's against the law to possess animals of a barnyard nature in a residential area?
Miranda: What if you're married to one?

Truvy: What are your colors, Shelby?
Shelby: My colors are "blush" and "bashful."
M'Lynn: Her colors are "pink" and pink."
Shelby: My colors are "blush" and "bashful" Mama!
M'Lynn: How precious is this weddin' gonna get, I ask you?

Abraham: It's nighttime. Ship's move by some terrible power at terrific speed. And though it's imperceptible in the darkness, I have an intuition that we're headed towards a shore. No one else seems to be aboard the vessel. I'm very keenly aware of my aloneness.
Abraham: [quoting Hamlet] "I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams."
Abraham: Hmm. I reckon it's the speed that's strange to me. I'm used to going at a deliberate pace. I should space you, Molly. I shouldn't tell you my dreams.
Mary: I don't want to be spared if you aren't And you spare me nothing.

Miranda: Mrs. Doubtfire.
Mrs. Doubtfire: [startled] What?
Miranda: You're going into the men's room.
Mrs. Doubtfire: Huh? Oh, so it is. I do need new glasses dear. Sorry.

Peter: Who was that?
Aunt: Harvey.
Peter: Doing a double shift, huh?
Aunt: Sometimes. Got nothing else to do. I like the girls. I miss Ben. Gives me a little extra in the cookie jar.
Peter: Well, I sold another couple of photos to the Bugle, so that ought to help.
Aunt: Yeah, it would really help if that guy would pay you a fair wage.
Peter: Oh, Jameson pays me a fair wage. If it was 1961, he pays me a fair wage.

Mary: No one is loved as much as you by the people. Don't waste that power.

Trish: I prefer Gronkowski these days.
Betty: We know Trish. We've all read your Gronk erotica.
Trish: It's not erotica. It's fanfiction. Very sexy fan fiction.

Miranda: [shocked] The whole time? I mean the whole time?
Miranda: [furious] The whole time?

Bandit: Well, go, girl, go!
Carrie: [She is driving] I'm goin', I'm goin! I got the metal to the pedal and the thing to the floor!

Mrs. Doubtfire: I hope you don't mind me being a tad rude, but... how was he? You know, on a scale of 1 to 10?
Miranda: Well, that part was always... okay.
Mrs. Doubtfire: Just okay? Well, he was probably a Casanova compared to poor old Winston.
Miranda: What was the matter with Winston?
Mrs. Doubtfire: Oh dear, Winston's idea of foreplay was "Effie, brace yourself."

Forrest: What's my destiny, Mama?
Mrs. Gump: You're gonna have to figure that out for yourself.

[Referring to her daughter's many pink wedding decorations]
M'Lynn: That sanctuary looks like it's been hosed down with Pepto-Bismol.

Miranda: Daniel was so wonderfully different, and funny! He could always make me laugh.
Mrs. Doubtfire: They always say the key to a solid marriage is laughter.
Miranda: But after a few years, everything just stopped being funny.
Mrs. Doubtfire: Why?
Miranda: I was working all the time, and he was always between jobs. I hardly ever got to see the kids, and on the nights I'd try to get home early to be with them, something would go wrong. The house would be wrecked and I'd have to clean it up. He never knew, but so many nights I just cried myself to sleep.
Mrs. Doubtfire: [crushed] Really?
Miranda: The truth is, I didn't like who I was when I was with him. I would turn into this horrible person. I didn't want my kids growing up with a mother like that. When I'm not with Daniel, I'm better. And... I'm sure he's better when he's not with me.
Mrs. Doubtfire: Well, you never... I mean, did you ever say anything to him dear?
Miranda: Daniel never liked to talk about anything serious. I used to think Daniel could do anything, except be serious. But then *I* was serious enough for everybody.

Peter: [eating meat loaf from the fridge exhausted] This beats all of the meat loafs.
May: Something is very wrong.
Ben: Yeah. Nobody likes your meat loaf.

Daniel: Oh, lighten up, will you? Just realize you're spending too much time with those corporate clones you used to despise.
Miranda: I spend too much time with you, Daniel! It's OVER! It's over...
[pause]
Daniel: Come on, Miranda. Listen, we've got problems, but who doesn't? We can work them out. What are you taking about, "It's over"?
Miranda: We've been trying to work them out for 14 years.
Daniel: Come on. Please. Listen, maybe we need some help, okay? Maybe we can go to a family therapist. They'll help us get through this together.
Miranda: It's too late for that.
Daniel: Well, let's take a vacation together with the kids, as a family. Get you away from work, you're a different person, you really are. You're great.
Miranda: Oh, Daniel, our problems would be waiting for us right here when we got back.
Daniel: [smiles weakly] Well, we'll move, and hopefully our problems won't follow us.
Miranda: Daniel, please don't joke.
Daniel: [smile fades] Okay.
Miranda: We... We've just grown apart. We're different. We have nothing in common.
Daniel: Oh, sure we do. We love each other.
[Miranda is quiet]
Daniel: Come on, Miranda. We love each other... don't we?
Miranda: [tearfully] I want a divorce.

M'Lynn: Oh Ouiser, Drum would NEVER point a gun at a lady!
Ouiser: Oh! He's a real gentleman! I bet he takes the dishes out of the sink before he PEES in it!

[Communicating through the C.B. radio]
Bandit: Sheriff, uh, Buford T. Justice, please.
Buford T. Justice: Who there?
Bandit: This is Bandit Darville talkin'.
Buford T. Justice: Where are you, you sumbitch?
Bandit: Before I tell you where I am, Sheriff, there's just one thing I wanna say. You must be part coon-dog, 'cause I've been chased by the best of them, and son, you make 'em look like they're all runnin' in slow motion. I just wanna say that.
Buford T. Justice: Well, thank you, Mr. Bandit. And as the pursuer, may I say you're the goddamnedest pursuee I've ever pursued. Now that the mutual bullshit is over, WHERE ARE YOU, YOU SUMBITCH?
Bandit: Well, I'm right down at the bottom of the hill, Sheriff. I'm about 6-foot-8, in a cowboy outfit, got a little pygmy standing right beside me dressed just like me. You can't miss me. 10-4.
[Buford looks down the hill]
Bandit: You know what? Scratch that. I can't lie to you, Sheriff. You're too good a man. Look over your left shoulder.
[Buford turns, and sees the Bandit]
Bandit: We're on our way to Boston to pick up some clam chowder. Bye-bye!
Carrie: No hard feelings, Junior!
[the Bandit drives off, but Buford follows on his wreck of a car]
Buford T. Justice: I'm not givin' up! I'm not givin' up! I'm never gonna give up! I'm never gonna give up! I'll get you, you sumbitch!
Junior: [running after the car] Daddy, wait for me! Don't leave me! Who's gonna hold your hat?

Miranda: Hello, are you calling in response to the ad?
Daniel: [posing as an applicant] Uh-huh.
Miranda: Tell me, who was your previous employer?
Daniel: I was in a band. "Severe Tire Damage".
Miranda: In a band?
Daniel: I just want to know one thing. Are your kids well-behaved? Or do they need, like, a few light slams every now and then?
Miranda: [unnerved] Umm... I'll have to get back to you.
Daniel: Wow.

[from trailer]
Aunt: I once told you that secrets have a cost. The truth does too.

Mrs. Doubtfire: What a lovely home you have. Did you decorate this yourself?
Miranda: Yes, I did.
Mrs. Doubtfire: Oh, it reeks of taste!

Mrs. Gump: Life's a box of chocolates, Forrest. You never know what you're gonna get.

Bandit: Cledus, this is Frog.
Cledus: Hello, Frog, meet Fred.
Carrie: Hey, Fred.
Bandit: [hands Cledus a bag] This is for Fred.
Cledus: [hands bag to Carrie] Frog, feed Fred.
Carrie: Fine.

May: [sees a bruised Peter] Peter. Where do you go? Who does this to you?
Peter: Please, go to sleep, Aunt May.
May: Please tell me.
Peter: Aunt May, please, please, please, go to sleep.
May: I can't sleep!

Miranda: [about Stu] Isn't he fabulous?
Mrs. Doubtfire: If you like that handsome rugged type. But personally I prefer short, furry and funny.
Miranda: He just wants to go out and have a drink. I think that's pretty harmless, don't you?
Mrs. Doubtfire: Absolutely not, dear, because they always have other intentions.
Miranda: This is business mostly. I'll just sit there and sip club soda and we'll go over wallpaper samples.
Mrs. Doubtfire: Dear Miranda, wake up and smell the coffee. Can't you see the lust in that man's eyes? It's too soon, dear, really. You've got to give your divorce some time, dear. Let your sheets cool down before you bring someone else into the bed, alright?
Miranda: Mrs. Doubtfire, may I ask you a question?
Mrs. Doubtfire: Oh, certainly, dear.
Miranda: How long after Mr. Doubtfire passed away... Did you feel any desire...?
Mrs. Doubtfire: Never.
Miranda: Never?
Mrs. Doubtfire: Never again.
Miranda: Never again?
Mrs. Doubtfire: Once the father of your children is out of the picture, the only solution is total and lifelong celibacy.
Miranda: Celibacy?
Mrs. Doubtfire: Yes. And if you violate that, heaven forgive you! Good luck.

Aunt: What happened to your face? It's filthy.
Peter: It is?
Aunt: Yes!
Peter: Oh, yeah, yeah, I was cleaning the chimney.
Aunt: We have no chimney.
Peter: Whaaat?

Aunt: You know, it's so funny I've been trying to clean up around here to be more organized and putting some of Ben's stuff in boxes, and it's so funny, the heavier the box gets the lighter I feel.
Peter: You're throwing his stuff away?
Aunt: No, god no, I couldn't do that it's part of me, I'm just finding a better place for it. I'm going to take one last look, and I'm going to put it where it belongs.

Carrie: You have a great profile.
Bandit: Yeah, I do, don't I? Especially from the side.
Carrie: Well, at least we agree on something.
Bandit: Yeah. We both like half of my face.

Carrie: [after being given the handle of "Frog" by Bandit] Why?
Bandit: Because you're always hoppin around. And you're kinda cute, like a frog. And I'd like t'jump ya!

May: Ben Parker, don't you even think about leaving that filthy box in my kitchen!
Ben: These are my bowling trophies.
May: [sarcastically] Oh, but then, by all means, please leave that filthy box in my kitchen.

Abraham: I ought to have done it, I ought have done for Tad's sake! For everybody goddamned sake! I should've clapped you in the madhouse!
Mary: Then do it! Do it! Don't you threaten me,you do it this time! Lock me away! You'll have to, I swear if Robert is killed!

Mrs. Doubtfire: Dear, I always say, a flawed husband is better than none at all.
Miranda: Who needs a husband when I've got you?

Bandit: [commenting on Carrie's legs] Well, cowboys love fat calves.
Carrie: They're not fat!
Bandit: Well, they're bigger then mine.
Carrie: Do we really wanna talk about legs?
Bandit: Well, one of us does. Otherwise we...
Carrie: Smartass!

M'Lynn: [crying] I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
[screaming]
M'Lynn: I'm fine! I can jog all the way to Texas and back, but my daughter can't! She never could! Oh God! I am so mad I don't know what to do! I wanna know why! I wanna know *why* Shelby's life is over! I wanna know how that baby will *ever* know how wonderful his mother was! Will he *ever* know what she went through for him! Oh *God* I wanna know *why*? *Why*? Lord, I wish I could understand!
[in a firm tone]
M'Lynn: No! No! No! It's not supposed to happen this way! I'm supposed to go first. I've always been ready to go first! I-I don't think I can take this! I-I don't think I can take this! I-I just wanna *hit* somebody 'til they feel as bad as I do! I just wanna hit something! I wanna hit it hard!
[continues sobbing]
Clairee: Here!
[grabs Ouiser by the shoulder and positions her in front of M'Lynn]
Clairee: Hit this! Go ahead M'Lynn, slap her!
Ouiser: [taken aback and confused] Are you crazy?
Clairee: Hit her!
Ouiser: Are you *high*, Clairee?
Truvy: [in a frightened tone] Clairee, have you lost your mind?
Clairee: We'll sell t-shirts sayin' "I SLAPPED OUISER BOUDREAUX!" Hit her!
Annelle: [in a scared tone] Ms. Clairee, enough!
Clairee: Ouiser, this is your chance to do something for your fellow man! Knock her lights out, M'Lynn!
Ouiser: [snatches away] Let go o' me!
Clairee: M'Lynn, you just missed the chance of a lifetime! Half o' Chiquapin Parish'd give their eye teeth to take a whack at Ouiser!

Mrs. Gump: What's normal anyways?

Abraham: Seward doesn't want me leaving big muddy footprints all over town.
Mary: No one has ever lived who knows better than you the proper placement of footfalls on treacherous paths.

Shelby: I am going to be very, very careful, nobody is going to be hurt or disappointed or even inconvenienced.
M'Lynn: Least of all Jackson, I'm sure.
Shelby: You're jealous, because you no longer have a say so in what I do and that drives you up the wall. You're ready to spit nails because you can't call the shots.
M'Lynn: I did not raise my daughter to talk to me like this.
Shelby: Yes, you did.
M'Lynn: Oh no, I didn't.
Shelby: Whenever any of us asked you what you wanted for us when we grew up what did you say?
M'Lynn: Shelby, I'm not in the mood to play games.
Shelby: Just tell me what you said, Mama, what did you say?
M'Lynn: The only thing I have ever said to you, ever, is that I want you to be happy.
Shelby: Okay, the one thing that would make me happy is to have a baby. If I could adopt one I would, but I can't. I'm going to have a baby, and I wish you'd be happy too.
M'Lynn: I'll tell you what I wish. Well, I don't know what I wish.
Shelby: Mama, I don't know why you have to make everything so difficult. I look at having a baby as the opportunity of a lifetime. Sure there may be risk involved, but that's true for anybody. But you get through it and life goes on. And when it's all said and done there will be a little piece of immortality with Jackson's good looks and my sense of style, I hope. Please, please I need your support. I would rather have thirty minutes of wonderful than a lifetime of nothing special.