[while trying to escape the crumbling cave]
Mikey: What about the loot?
Brandon Walsh: What about our lives?
Mikey: Sorry, Dad, we had our hands on the future, but we gave it up just to save our own lives.
Francis Fratelli: [yanks off his toupee, as bats swarm] Watch your hair! Watch your hair! They're goin' for the hair!
Mama Fratelli: There it is. Okay, Jake, you first.
Jake Fratelli: I ain't going down there, Mama. Are you kidding me?
Mama Fratelli: [pulls out her gun and points it at Jake] GO!
Jake Fratelli: I can't argue with that, Mama.
Rosalita: [in Spanish; subtitled] My God, I'm in a crazy house!
Jake Fratelli: Francis, the lock. The lock!
Francis Fratelli: Let go of the handle.
Jake Fratelli: I don't have the handle! Open the lock!
Mama Fratelli: Jake, up! Come on, move it!
Chunk: Mikey, Mikey, this ain't the kind of place you want to go to the bathroom in.
Mama Fratelli: Why not?
Chunk: Because they might have daddy longlegs and um... dead things, Mikey. DEAD THINGS!
Chunk: [the cave is falling down, the goonies are escaping with the help of Sloth] Sloth! Come on!
Sloth: Sloth love Chunk!
Chunk: I love you too and you're going to get crushed!
Sloth: Aaaaaahhhhhhh!
[Chunk and Sloth come across the out-of-control pipes]
Chunk: Yeah. Mikey's been through here, all right.
[Sloth grabs some pipes and pushes them up. He hears a car crash, a woman scream and sirens]
Sloth: Uh-oh.
Harriet Walsh: [Sirens wailing] Where are my boys?
Harriet Walsh, Irving Walsh: Mikey? Brand?
Mikey: Hi mom. Hi dad. I guess we're in big shit now right?
Jake Fratelli: You know Sloth, if you sit too close to the TV, you're going hurt your eyes.
Sloth: Eh!
Francis Fratelli: Jake leave him alone!
Data: Holy S-H-I-T!
Troy Perkins: Andy! You GOONIE!
[echoes]
[Chunk finds the Fratellis' Cherokee]
Chunk: ORV. Bullet holes. Bullet holes?
Chunk: [Chunk finds a Pepsi-Cola cooler out the restaurant] Soda pop! Oh! Boy. I am thirsty.
Chunk: [the Pespi-Cola cooler is empty] Damn it!
[Chunk slams the lid]
