[Chunk drinks from a water cooler while the others try to figure out how to get through the floor]
Mouth: I've got an idea. Why don't we just spread chocolate all over the floor and let Chunk eat his way through?
Chunk: Okay, Mouth. I've taken all I can stand... and I can't stand no more!
[Chunk steps towards Mouth, knocks over the cooler, and
tries to right it]
Chunk: I got it! I got it! I got it!
[Chunk rights the cooler, but the bottle falls off and breaks]
Chunk: I don't got it.
Everyone else: You klutz!
Chunk: Hope it's not a deposit bottle!
Data: Hey any of you guys ever hear of Detroit?
Mikey: No.
Mouth: Sointenly! Where Motown started. It's also got the highest murder rate in the country.
Data: Well, let me tell you what. That's where we're going when we lose the house tomorrow.
Mikey: You shut up about that stuff, it'll
never happen. My dad will fix it.
Brandon Walsh: Yeah sure he will. If he gets his next 400 paychecks by tommorrow afternoon.
Mikey: That's wrong Brand! It won't happen.
Chunk: Look at this. They've got Misissippi Mud and they've got Chocolate Eruption and they've got what?
[Everyone screams]
Chunk: It's a stiff.
[Everyone screams and drops the dead body]
Mouth: You know, I just want to say thank you. For offering to save my life.
Stef: Wow! Thank you it's a real moment. You know your voice is kind of nice when your mouth isn't screwing it up.
Mouth: Yeah and your looks kind of pretty. When your face isn't screwing it up.
Mama Fratelli: Four waters. Is that all?
Mouth, Mikey: [everyone else says yes]
Mouth: No! I want the veal scalopini.
Mikey: Shut up Mouth.
Mouth: I want a good fettucini alfredo. I want a bottle of fettucine, a 1981.
Mouth: [makes a kissing
sound with his fingers]
Mama Fratelli: [grabs Mouth by the chin and puts a knife to his tongue] The only thing we serve is tongue. Do you boys like tongue?
[laughes]
Mouth, Mikey: [others say no]
Mama Fratelli: That's all? Sit down!
Andy: [hysterically] I should've let him look at my body! Don't I have a beautiful body? Don't I have a beautiful body?
Brandon Walsh: You've got a great body.
Andy: How many more years do I have before I get all fat? Before my hair falls out? Before I look like him?
[the Goonies stumble upon Chester Copperpot's skeleton]
Elgin Perkins: Hello guys. I'm Mr Perkins, Troy's father.
Richard 'Data' Wang: We know who Troy is. He's that cheap guy.
Brandon Walsh: My dad's not home, Mr. Perkins.
Elgin Perkins: Is your mommy here?
Brandon Walsh: [sarcastically] No, actually she's out at the market buying Pampers
for all us kids.
Elgin Perkins: [feigning laughing] Papers, Bill. You can give these to your father to read through and sign. I'll be by to pick them up in the morning.
Brandon Walsh: Thank you.
Elgin Perkins: Thank *you*.
Irene Walsh: Brandon I want you to keep your brother inside I don't want him to catch a cold.
Brandon Walsh: He should be put in a plastic bubble.
Irene Walsh: I'm serious Brandon! That's not funny. If he takes one step outside and you'll be in the deepest, absolutely the deepest, shi, shi, shi...
Brandon
Walsh: Shit ma!
Irene Walsh: I don't like that language but that's exactly what you're going to be in, and you Data.
Data: Data
Irene Walsh: Data use the front door from now on okay? What is that?