Les Chenapans (1994)

Partager la citation sur facebook Buckwheat: [delivering Alfalfa's letter to Darla] Dear Darla, I hate your stinking guts. You make me vomit.

Partager la citation sur facebook The Rascals: [singing] We are he-man woman haters, We feed girls to alligators, Our clubhouse burned down mighty low, But we've got a plan to make some dough! Left, right. Left right.

Partager la citation sur facebook Buckwheat: Quick! What's the number for 911?
Porky: How do I know?

Partager la citation sur facebook Alfalfa: [running through town in only his underwear] Things couldn't possibly get any worse! [runs straight into Butch and Woim] Oh, then the clouds opened up and God said, "I hate you, Alfalfa!"
Woim: Nice tan!
Butch: Any last words?
Alfalfa: Yeah, uh! See ya!

Partager la citation sur facebook [Alfalfa runs outside where he is chased by Waldo’s Doberman, Fifi. He leaps into the swimming pool and swims to the other side to escape. As he hoists himself out and rubs water from his face, he suddenly pauses. He looks down and his eyes widen as he sees his underwear floating in the pool. He grabs his underwear and struggles to put it back on.]
Darla: Alfalfa! [Alfalfa turns around to see Darla and Waldo sitting in the nearby hot tub] This is a side of you I've never seen before!
Alfalfa: Darla! [Darla and Waldo laugh even harder] Darla, there's a perfectly logical explanation for this. [he turns to see Fifi snarling at him] Which I'll make up later! [he sprints off as Fifi chases him]

Partager la citation sur facebook Alfalfa: Why am I soaking wet?
Porky: Don't worry, Alfalfa. I used to have the same problem.
The Rascals: (laughing)
Spanky: It's just a hole in the tent.

Partager la citation sur facebook [Stymie and Spanky are disguised as Amish men and walk into the bank; someone holds the door open for them]

Partager la citation sur facebook Spanky: Thank you my good man!
Mr. Welling: [writing] Six kids, hardworking father, honest and trustworthy. Loan... denied.
Spanky: Hello, my good man.
Mr. Welling: Gentlemen, uh, have a seat.

Partager la citation sur facebook [Stymie looks at Spanky]

Partager la citation sur facebook Spanky: [Looks down at Froggy, who is holding him up under the trench coat] Can we sit down?
Froggy: [pops his head out of the coat] Are you kidding?
Spanky: We can't sit down my good man.
Mr. Welling: And what may I do for you?
Stymie: We wanna take out a hefty loan.
Mr. Welling: Of course, of course. Do you have an account with us?
Stymie: And how!
Mr. Welling: What is your account... number?
Spanky: Uh, seven.
Mr. Welling: Seven?... seven?
Froggy: Try eight.
Spanky: Eight?
Mr. Welling: Heard enough.

Partager la citation sur facebook [Welling pulls the fake beards on Stymie and Spanky]

Partager la citation sur facebook Spanky and Stymie: Ouch!
Mr. Welling: If you were my kids, I'd punish you!
Stymie: If we were your kids, we'd punish ourselves!
Mr. Welling: Leave the premises, post haste!
Spanky: You can't treat people this way, Mister!
Mr. Welling: You're not people, you're kids!

Partager la citation sur facebook Waldo: We just moved into town. My father bought the oil refinery.
Darla:: That explains why you're so refined!
Alfalfa: Yeah, and so oily!
Waldo: [to Alfalfa] Watch it, bud.

Partager la citation sur facebook Stymie: Porky, you sure know how to make a sand-wich!
Porky: That wasn't sand, that was kitty litter.
Buckwheat: Don't worry, it's pretty fresh.

Partager la citation sur facebook Buckwheat: Hey, my mom's here!
Porky: [sarcastically] Whoopi!

Partager la citation sur facebook Stymie: Wood doesn't grow on trees!

Partager la citation sur facebook Stymie: I… Stymie... Member in good standing of the He-Man Woman Haters Club... Do solemnly swear to be a he-man and hate women and not play with them or talk to them unless I have to. And especially: never fall in love. And if I do, may I die slowly and painfully and suffer for hours - or until I scream bloody murder.

Partager la citation sur facebook Butch: [to Woim, as they get ready to lure Porky and Buckwheat away from The Blur so they can steal it] This will be like stealing candy from a baby.

Partager la citation sur facebook Buckwheat: [to Uh-Huh, who’s inside a smelly garbage can] Hey, Uh-Huh. Does it stink in there?
Uh-Huh: Uh-huh!

Partager la citation sur facebook Buckwheat: We got a dollar, we got a dollar, we got a dollar. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Partager la citation sur facebook Buckwheat: [Jogging to the race with Porky] We're goin’ to the race. We're goin’ to win first place, and you have an ugly face!

Partager la citation sur facebook [Porky giggles happily]

Partager la citation sur facebook Alfalfa: (Discovers the list of things to do that Spanky and his friends wrote) Skunked by that sleazy side winder Spanky! It's his fault Darla hates me!

Partager la citation sur facebook A.J. Ferguson: Is that a cowlick, or are you just happy to see me?
Stymie: [to Spanky] All I know is, you only make a once in a lifetime buddy. Once in a lifetime.
Uh-Huh: Actually, I've always had a rather extensive vocabulary, not to mention a phenomenal grasp of grammar and a superlative command of syntax. I simply chose not to employ them.
Petey: (barking)
Everyone: Oh-tay!! (cheering)
Spanky: Well, I guess things just have to change sometimes.

Partager la citation sur facebook [after Alfalfa’s embarrassing performance up on stage, the others confront him]

Partager la citation sur facebook Spanky: Hey!
Froggy: Well, hello, Mr. Bubbles.
Spanky: That's the most disgusting display she-man woman loving I've ever seen!
[the other Rascals agree]
Alfalfa: Don't talk to me, you Benedict Arnold! You-You Judas Priest! This is all your fault!
Spanky: All my fault?!
Froggy: You torched the clubhouse.
Spanky: And it's all my fault? Say, you're supposed to be guardin’ the go-cart, you muzak warbling wimp!
Alfalfa: Relax, you double crossing mud muncher! I parked it right over there! [runs to show the Rascals the go-cart, but it's not there] It was right here.
Spanky: Well, where is it?
Stymie: Boy, you're messin’ up left and right.
Spanky: That's it, you sissified tweety bird! I wish I had a club to throw you out of!
Rascal 1: Me, too!
Alfalfa: Well, you sewage swinging slime ball...
Spanky: [gasps]
Alfalfa: ...if there still was a club, I QUIT!!! Hmph! [storms off]
Rascal 2: Good!
Rascal 3: What a wimp!
Rascal 4: Yeah!
[a bubble comes out of Alfalfa's butt, causing the other Rascals to laugh]

Partager la citation sur facebook [Spanky and Alfalfa go to each other’s houses looking for each other]

Partager la citation sur facebook [at Spanky's house]
Alfalfa: Is Spanky home?
Mr. McFarland: I'm sorry, Alfalfa. Spanky isn't here.
[at Alfalfa's house]
Mr. Switzer: I'm sorry, Spanky. Alfalfa's not here.
Spanky: Darn!
[at Spanky's house]
Alfalfa: Darn!

Partager la citation sur facebook [Spanky and Alfalfa eventually meet up on the hill overlooking the now burned down clubhouse]

Partager la citation sur facebook Alfalfa: [writing Darla a love note, but telling Porky and Buckwheat it’s a hate note; says this to them but writes something else] Dear Darla, I hate your stinking guts. You make me vomit. You’re scum between...my toes. Love, Alfalfa.

Partager la citation sur facebook [what Alfalfa actually wrote] Dear Darla, I can’t live without you... really... I’m not kidding. Your Romeo, Alfalfa

Partager la citation sur facebook Porky & Buckwheat: Oh-tay!