E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial
E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

E.T.: E.T. phone home.

E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial
E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

[last lines]
E.T.: Come...
Elliot: [solemnly] Stay...
E.T.: [puts his finger to his glowing heart] Ouch.
Elliot: [mimics the same action, tearfully] Ouch.
E.T.: [E.T. and Elliot embrace each other, then E.T. puts his glowing finger to Elliot's forehead] I'll... be... right...

here.
Elliot: [tearfully] ... bye.

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E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

Elliott: He's a man from outer space and we're taking him to his spaceship.
Greg: Well, can't he just beam up?
Elliott: This is *reality*, Greg.

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E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

E.T.: Be good.

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E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

Michael: Maybe it was an iguana.
Elliott: It was *no* iguana.
Michael: Maybe, um - You know how they say there are alligators in the sewers?
Gertie: Alligators in the sewers.
Mary: All we're trying to say is, maybe you just probably imagined it. It happened...

Elliott: I couldn't have imagined it!
Michael: Maybe it was a pervert or a deformed kid or something.
Gertie: A deformed kid.
Michael: [mockingly] Maybe an elf or a leprechaun.
Elliott: It was nothing like that, penis-breath!
Mary: [laughs in shock] *Elliott*!

Sit down.

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E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

Michael: Where's the playground?
Elliott: It's near the preschool!
Michael: Where's that?
Elliott: I don't know streets! Mom always drives me!
Michael: Son of a bitch.

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E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

[Mary hits E.T. with the refrigerator door]
Gertie: Here he is.
Mary: [absently] Here's who?
Gertie: The man from the moon. But I think you've killed him already.

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E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

Tyler: [sarcastically] Hey, Elliot, where's your goblin?
Michael: Shut up.
Steve: Did he come back?
Pretty Young Girl: Hi, Elliot.
Greg: Well, did he?
Elliott: Yeah, he came back, but he's not a goblin. He's a spaceman.
Steve: Ooh, as in

extra-terrestrial!
Tyler: Where is he from, Uranus? Get it? Your anus?
Greg: He doesn't get it, Ty.
Tyler: Get it, your anus?
Greg: He doesn't get it.
Elliott: You're so immature!
Greg: And you're such a cintus suprimus!
Elliott:

Zero charisma!
Greg: Cintus suprimus!
Elliott: Zero charisma!
Greg: Cintus suprimus!
Elliott: Shut up, Greg!
Greg: Cintus suprimus!
Elliott: [yells as he rides off on his bike] Zero charisma!
Greg: You wimp!

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E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

Elliott: You must be dead, because I don't know how to feel. I can't feel anything anymore.

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E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

Tyler: [to Elliott] Douche bag.
Mary: [hits him on the head] No 'douche bag' talk in my house!

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E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

Keys: Elliott, that machine, what does it do?
Elliott: [in a sickly voice] The communicator? Is it still working?
Keys: It's doing *something*. What?
Elliott: I really shouldn't tell. He came to me, he came to me.
Keys: Elliott, he came to me too. I've been wishing for this since I was

10 years old, I don't want him to die. What can we do that we're not already doing?
Elliott: He needs to go home; he's calling his people. And I don't know where they are, but he needs to go home.
Keys: Elliott, I don't think he was left here intentionally, but his being here is a miracle, Elliott. It's a miracle and you did the best that anybody

could do. I'm glad he met you first.

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E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

Mary: A pizza? Who said you guys could order a pizza?

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E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

Elliott: You could be happy here, I could take care of you. I wouldn't let anybody hurt you. We could grow up together, E.T.

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E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

Michael: Did you explain school to him?
Elliott: How do you explain school to higher intelligence?
Michael: Maybe he's not that smart. Maybe he's like a worker bee who only knows how to push buttons or something.
Elliott: [knowingly] He is too smart.
Michael: Okay, I just hope we don't

wake up on Mars or something surrounded by millions of little squashy guys.

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E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

Elliott: [tearfully, while looking down at E.T.'s plastic-covered corpse] I'll believe in you all my life, everyday. E.T... I love you.

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E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

E.T.: [saying good-bye] Beeeeeee... gooood.
Gertie: [tearfully] Yes.

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E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

[after E.T. learns how to talk]
Mary: Gertie, I have to go pick up Elliott. Will you be a good girl and stay...
Gertie: Mama, he can talk!
Mary: [thinking she meant Elliott] Of course he can talk. I'll be right back in ten minutes. Stay there.

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E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

Tyler: We made it! Oh shit!

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E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

Elliott: I'm keeping him.

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E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

E.T.: [DELETED SCENE: E.T. steps on a bathroom scale, it reads 35 lbs]
Elliott: 35 pounds? 35 pounds? But you're so fat!