Charlie's Angels

Charlie:
Good morning, angels.

Dylan:

Alex:
Good morning, Charlie!

Bosley:
What do you call this?

Dylan:
Chinese fighting muffin.

Bosley:
That's not funny. A friend of mine took a fighting muffin in the chest; they sent him home in four Ziploc bags.

Chad:
Starfish, I would just like to say that I'm honored, honored to see you taking an interest in my work and I also think you're very pretty and... (sees girls getting scuba gear on) Starfish? Where are you going? Starfish are you going swimming? Where are you going? Where are you going again Starfish? Was it the Chad?

Dylan:
No the Chad was great.

Chad:
The Chad was great.

Chad:
Is it the eggs?

Dylan:
It's not the eggs.

Chad:
Is it the boat?

Dylan:
No, it's not the boat, I have to go though.

Chad:
Is it the Chad?

Dylan:
It might be the Chad.

Chad:
The Chad... It's the Chad!

Eric Knox:
So where we going, House of Pancakes or The Sizzler?

Vivian Wood:
What are you, the cheapest man on the planet?

Chad:
The Chad... is stuck.

Roger Corwin:
You're very good. With your hands. I could use someone like you on my staff.

Alex:
Thanks for the offer but my hands aren't going anywhere near your staff.

Vivian Wood:
Never send a man to do a woman's job.

Charlie:
Once upon a time there were three very different little girls who grew up to be three very different women with three things in common: they're brilliant, they're beautiful, and they work for me. My name is Charlie.

Alex:
Jason, I haven't been honest with you; I'm not a bikini waxer!

Dylan:
And that's kicking your ass!

Dylan:
Figures that I would find the perfect guy, and he would already have the perfect girl.

Natalie:
Do you know how hard it is to find a quality man in Los Angeles?

Natalie:
They don't call me balls out Natalie for nothing.

Natalie:
Alex! Don't let him get away!

Dylan:
It's a round track, Nat, he's not going anywhere!

Vivian Wood:
Is this the famous Charlie?

Pete:
No, this is Pete.

Chad:
Good morning Starfish.

Dylan:
Good morning Chad. Sweet Chad.

Dylan:
Hold that thought.

Chad:
Where are you going, Starfish and Friends?

Natalie:
Hey! I like that guy!

Natalie:
Eduardo, move me.

Dylan:
I'll have three burgers, three French fries and three cherry pies. What do you guys want?

Eric Knox:
You're a woman, you've got female intuition, *and* you're a detective... and you didn't know this was going to happen?

Alex:
What do you know, a guy who speaks Natalie.

Alex:
They're not Chinese, they're not fighting, they're blueberry!

Alex:
Flip your hair.

Natalie:
What?

Alex:
Flip your goddamn hair.

Alex:
Let's see if I can win the teddy bear!

Pete:
I'll get tickets.

Natalie:
I love tickets!

Dylan:
I don't know how to make chicken... jerk.

Natalie:
Wait you guys, I'm not a yoyo!

Eric Knox:
You know they say in death all life questions will be answered.

Eric Knox:
Will you let me know?

Natalie:
Oh!

Natalie:
It's a sitta pygmaya. A pygmy nuthatch! They can only be found in one place. CARMEL!

Pasqual:
I hear birds can't fly this high.

Dylan:
I hear only angels can.

Dylan:
Another movie from a TV show.

Pasqual:
What are you going to do?

Dylan:
Walk out.

Jason:
You know, for a bikini waxer you know an awful lot about bombs.

Alex:
Isn't it amazing how much information you can learn off of the internet?

Pete:
Okay, Thursday?

Natalie:
(excited) My favorite day!

Pete:
Great. I'm gonna tickets.

Natalie:
(still excited) I love tickets!

Alex:
(over Walkie-Talkie) Whadda'ya know. A guy who speaks Natalie.

Vivian:
Sound's impossible.

Natalie:
Sounds like fun.

Charlie:
Mission accomplished?

Dylan:
I think the client was... blown away. (The Angels crack up)

(Natalie is flirting with Pete, the bartender. The Angels are communicating via Walkie Talkie)

Alex:
(quietly) Flip your hair.

Natalie What?

Alex:
(quietly and impatiently) Flip... your... goddamn... hair.