City Slickers

Mitch: [While running with the bulls in Pamplona] Whose idea was this anyway!? Phil: THEY'RE GAINING ON US! Ed: Andele, ANDELE!

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Nancy: [Shows up at the door during Mitch’s party] Umm is Mr. Phil Berquist here? Barbara: Can I get you something to…? [Nancy walks past her and over to Phil] Nancy: Mr. Berquist your housekeeper told me where you were. I’m in trouble. Phil: What are you doing here, Nancy? Who’s on Register 9? Nancy: I don’t know what to do. Mitch: [Holds up a tray next to Nancy] Rumaki? Phil: [Becoming anxious] I don’t think this is the time or the place to talk about this! Nancy: I'm late! Phil: What? Nancy: I missed my period! Mitch: Whoops. Phil: What!? Nancy: I was at work and on my break and I took one of those home pregnancy tests from Aisle 11. Phil: The ones on special? Nancy: Yes, and it came up blue! Arlene: Why is she telling you this, Phil? Phil: [Embarrassed] Because... because I'm her boss! And... we have a health plan! Arlene: You son of a bitch, you screwed this little girl in my father's store!? Phil: No, no, no! Nancy: It was in his car! Phil: Oh, Jesus. Nancy: And I'm not a little

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Barbara: Go ahead, go with Phil and Ed. Find your smile. Mitch: What if I can't? Barbara: [sighs] We'll jump off that bridge when we get to it.

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Mitch: I wish you hadn't worn this jacket. Ed: What's wrong with it? Mitch: Well, look at it; it's got your name and your picture on it. It's a little grotesque. Ed: I'm proud of what I do. Phil: So is the President; he doesn't put his picture on a suit. Ben Jessup: Hi. Mitch: [shakes Ben's hand] Hi, Mitch Robbins. Ed: I'm Ed Furillo; I sell sporting goods. Mitch: Show him your jacket. Phil: I'm Phil Berquist. I committed adultery, lost my job and my family. Mitch: His jacket's being made.

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Mitch: [to Phil] Feel like a schmuck? Phil: Oh yeah, big schmuck. A big one!

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Ed: This guy, Curly, is a true cowboy. One of the last real men. He's untamed. A mustang. We're trained ponies. It'll do us good to be in his world for a while. Mitch: Do us good? Didn't you guys see? He was hanging the help! Did you see his eyes? He's got crazy eyes. He's a lunatic! I am telling you, we are going into the wilderness being led by a lunatic! Mitch: He's behind me, isn't he? Curly: Time to turn in. Everyone, in unison: Goodnight! Mitch: [frightened] I'm sorry; I didn't mean anything by it! Curly: I crap bigger than you. Mitch: He's gonna kill me.

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