That Darn Cat!

Ingrid Randall:
The FBI has gotten along beautifully all these years without using my room as a headquarters. Now I want Tom Swift, or whoever that is, and his electric scoreboard, or whatever that thing is, out of my room before this afternoon, or I will become very difficult, do I make myself clear?

Ingrid Randall:
Be careful Gregory, be extremely careful about what you say! I haven't had my coffee yet, and I'm in no mood for stupid, irresponsible remarks.

Gregory Benson:
Oh.

Patti Randall:
Now, just a minute, Gregory, D.C.'s a cat! He can't help his instincts. He's a hunter, just like you are. Only he's not stupid enough to stand out in the pouring rain all day!

Landlady:
Hold it! Who do you think you're kidding?

Iggy:
What do you mean?

Landlady:
You think I don't know what's going on upstairs?

Landlady:
I didn't come in from Stupidsville on last night's bus!

Iggy:
It's Dan's mom, you see she came down all sudden like.

Landlady:
I don't care if it's Pocahontas!

Kipp MacDougall(Mrs. MacDougall):
I distinctly heard a woman scream!

Wilbur MacDougall(Mr. MacDougall):
Right, and if you don't get away from that door you're gonna hear another!

Wilbur MacDougall(Mr. MacDougall):
Goodnight old woman! I can't hear a word you're saying, but whatever it is, I disagree with you one hundred percent!

Gregory Benson:
Okay, where's the duck?

Patti Randall:
I beg your pardon Gregory?

Gregory Benson:
I want my duck!

Patti Randall:
Your duck. I'm sorry Gregory I really don't know what you are talking about.

Gregory Benson:
Oooh where is that sneaky, miserable guttersnipe! He's got my duck!

Patti Randall:
What Duck!

Ingrid Randall:
Say!

Patti Randall:
Shush!

Ingrid Randall:
What do you mean shush? This is my room!

Zeke Kelso:
Patti! I'm gonna have to ask you to quiet down, and that goes for you too! Why hello there.

Ingrid Randall:
Who are you! How do you get off telling me to be quiet in my own room!

Ingrid Randall:
What's this thing supposed to be, I don't know anything about that stuff.

Zeke Kelso:
You mean you want me to trail the cat as if he's a person?

Supervisor, Mr. Newton:
Unless it would be easier to trail him as a cat!

Patti Randall:
Canoe, this is just a wild idea, but has it occurred to you that there might be more to life than just surfing and eating?

Canoe Henderson:
Like what?

Patti Randall:
Forget it.

Zeke Kelso:
Miss Randall, I'm afraid you underestimate me. We shall proceed with the pawprinting

Ingrid Randall:
You know, that guy has the most attractive way of putting his foot in his mouth!

Patti Randall:
Couldn't we just once see a nice quiet movie where boy meets girl, they have problems which aren't too weird, they fall in love and live happily ever after?

Canoe Henderson:
Now, why would you wanna see a lot of unhealthy stuff like that?

Patti Randall:
I dunno. Maybe just for once, I'd like to go to a movie where I don't get seasick.

Canoe Henderson:
All right, I'll make you a deal. Well, you go with me to the drive-in Thursday night, and next week I'll take you to one of those happily-ever-after clambakes. Deal?

Patti Randall:
I guess.

Canoe Henderson:
Where's the thing playing?

Patti Randall:
Oh, who knows, maybe they don't even make movies like that anymore.

Canoe Henderson:
Well sure, and you want to know why? Because people don't wanna be depressed by all that slop.

Margaret Miller:
I wouldn't make a break. I wouldn't do it. I wouldn't...

Dan:
Okay. But I've got friends. I've got ten little lead-nosed friends in here, and they all run faster than you do, Moms.

Ingrid Randall:
Can you imagine his wife? Mrs. Zeke Kelso... sounds like something that got caught in a clothes dryer.

Patti Randall:
Cad-sakes, you're bleeding!

Zeke Kelso:
Oh, it's nothing, probably just an artery.

Zeke Kelso:
Do you have any regulars, or people going in and out of the house all the time?

Patti Randall:
Father always complained that we were running a rehab center for punch-drunk juveniles.

Zeke Kelso:
So, this is the "informant", as we say down at the station.

Patti Randall:
You hear that, D.C.? You're an informant now.

Wilbur MacDougall:
Come on back in the house, Snoopy!

Dan:
(to Ms. Miller, the hostage) Don't just stand there flappin' your ears, Moms! Make with the cooking!

Drive-in Manager:
Hey! You can't drive in here without a car!