Mike D
Mike D

We're kind of doing what Bob McAllister did with 'Wonderama,' which is making people realize that kids are people, too.

Home Alone
Home Alone

Marv: [Harry and Marv arrive at the Mcallister house at 9:00PM] So how do you want to get in?
Harry: We'll go thru the back. Maybe the kid will let us in, you never know.
Marv: Yeah. He's a kid. Kids are stupid.

Lethal Weapon
Lethal Weapon

Mr. Joshua: General, Mr. Mendez is here.
McAllister: [turns around to greet Mendez] Ah, Mr. Mendez. How are you?
Mendez: Hey, I'm fine.
[motioning to Mr. Joshua]
Mendez: Where the hell did you get him? Psychos 'R Us?
McAllister: I don't think you're funny.

Mendez: I don't think this whole goddamn setup's funny. You're using mercenaries, for chrissake, tell me I'm wrong.
McAllister: No. You're not wrong.
Mendez: And you expect me to trust these fuckin' bozos?
McAllister: My people are loyal, Mr. Mendez. They are loyal to me.
Mendez: Ohhh,

bullshit...
McAllister: Do you smoke?
Mendez: What the hell does that got to do with anything, do I smoke...
McAllister: Do you smoke?
Mendez: Yeah.
McAllister: Give me your lighter.
Mendez: My... my lighter?
McAllister: Your

lighter!
Mendez: Yeah, okay right here... here, take it...
[thugs grab his arm, General McAllister grabs Mendez's hand, still holding the lighter]
Mendez: Hey, man, what the fuck is wrong with you guys? Aw, Jesus...
McAllister: Shut your mouth! Shut up! And don't move.
[flicks the lighter on]

McAllister: Mr. Joshua, your left arm, please...
[Mr. Joshua bares his arm, and allows the lighter to be held under his forearm, which starts to burn]
Mendez: Hey, you guys are fuckin' gone... you know what I'm sayin'?... Aw, Jesus Christ!
[looks disgusted, as Joshua's arm continues to be burnt]
Mendez: You guys are

fuckin' crazy, man. Come on!
McAllister: [clicking the lighter off] Have Endo look at that, Mr. Joshua.
Mr. Joshua: Yes, sir.
[gives Mendez a look, and walks off]
McAllister: [to Mendez] You wish to do business with us, yes? You wish to make a purchase, yes?
Mendez: Yes, yes, Jesus Christ, yes...

Ya know, you guys are out there like fuckin' Pluto, man. You're gone!
McAllister: The bulk of the heroin will be here Friday night, we'll make delivery at that time. Have the money ready, and no tricks. If you try anything... you'll have to talk to Mr. Joshua. Merry Christmas.