Uncle Buck

Marcie Dahlgren-Frost: Marcie Dahlgren-Frost. Dahlgren is my maiden name, Frost is my married name. I'm single again, but I never bothered to remove the frost. And I get compliments on the hyphen. E. Roger Cogswell: [to Buck] You gotta let somebody know where you are. I've been checking car trunks for your corpse.

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Cindy Russell: When Dad goes to New York, I'm going to take a week off work. Tia: So you can interview new housekeepers? Cindy Russell: I've had enough of your ugliness. Tia: Oh really? Cindy Russell: Mm-hmm. We're all just a little tired of the act

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Maizy: I don't know why we need boys at all. They're so loud. Miles: [off-screen] Shut up! Maizy: Shut up, yourself! Tia: We need boys so they can grow up, get married, and turn into shadows.

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Chanice: How’s that pie? Buck: It’s not bad! Chanice: You gonna be at work in the morning? Buck: I don’t see how I can avoid it. Chanice: You don’t seem very happy about it. Buck: All right, if you gotta know, I’m really not that excited about going to work for my girlfriend. There, I said it. It’s out of the way. Chanice: Okay, Buck, I love you, I can’t help myself, I wanna get married, I wanna have a family, I wanna do it with you! Well, you know, the clock is ticking away here. I would just like to hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet before I die. Buck: I’ll get ya a mouse and a piece of sheet metal. [chuckles] Buck: Come on. Lighten up, will ya? Chanice: Don’t push my button. I’m not gonna get into this. Buck: I’m not pushing your buttons. I know me. I know what I like. All right? I like my friends. I like my freedom. I like knowing I can throw my sticks in the truck of my car and go golfing any time I want. I don’t hurt anybody, I don’t see what the problem is. Chanice: That is th

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Buck: Bob. Bob? This isn’t funny! C’mon! Wake up! I’m freezing my ass off out here! Bob: [watching from the front window as Buck yells at the house across the street] Oh shit… Buck: C’mon I’m getting mad Bob. Yo, Bobby!! Bob: [steps out the front door] Buck? Buck: Bob? Bob: Buck! Buck: Bob? Bob: Buck! Buck: Bob? Bob: Over here! Buck: [pauses, realizing he’s shown up to the wrong house] Do you have any idea how many big white houses there are on this street? Bob: Shh! Buck: What? Bob: Keep it down. Buck: What? What do you want me to do with my car? Neighbour: [off-screen] For crying out loud! Bob: Oh, uh, sorry Mr. Hatfield! Mr. Hatfield: It's 2 A.M.! Buck: [to Bob as he walks up to the front door] How ya doin'? Hey sorry I'm late. Bob: Oh no, thats ok. Thanks for coming. Buck: Hey, what happened to the moustache? Bob: Oh. I had to shave it off Buck: How's Cindy? Bob: Not well. Not well. Buck: Her dad? Bob: Hard to say. Buck: All those medical terms huh? What is it, an infarction or som

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Buck: Hey, I stopped smoking cigarettes. Cindy Russell: Oh, good. Buck: Isn't that something? I'm on to cigars now. I'm on to a five-year plan. I eliminated cigarettes, then I go to cigars, then I go to pipes, then I go to chewing tobacco, then I'm on to that nicotine gum.

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