Home Alone
Home Alone

Peter McCallister: Hi.
Harry: Hi. Are you Mr. McCallister?
Peter McCallister: Yeah.
Harry: The Mr. McCallister who lives here?
Peter McCallister: Yes.
Pizza Boy: Oh, good, because somebody owes me $122.50.

Home Alone
Home Alone

Harry: [sitting outside the McCallister house] I don't get it. I mean right now it looks like there's nobody home. Last night the place was jumping. Something ain't right.
Harry: [to Marv]
Harry: Go check it out.
Marv: [Stares blankly] Now?
Harry: No tomorrow, egghead. NOW! GET! "Now".


Home Alone
Home Alone

Harry: [Harry, disguised as a cop greets Peter who's just come down the stairs] Are you Mr McCallister?
Peter McCallister: Yeah.
Harry: The Mr McCallister who lives here?
Peter McCallister: Yes.
Pizza Boy: [chiming in] Oh good, because someone owes me $122.50.

Harry: I'd like a word with you, Sir.
Peter McCallister: Am I under arrest or something like that?
Harry: No, no, no, no, no. It's Christmastime. There's always a lot of burglaries around the holidays. So we're just checking the neighbourhood to see if everyone's taking the proper precautions. That's all.
Peter

McCallister: Oh, well we have automatic timers for our lights. Locks for our doors. That's about as good as you can get these days. Did you get some egg nog or something like that?
Buzz McCallister: [comes down the stairs] Come on, Dad. Let's eat.
Harry: Egg... egg nog?
[Peter goes off with Buzz]
Harry: Hey,

listen will you be leaving... er?
[trailing off]
Kevin McCallister: [Kevin charges down the stairs] Pizza! Pizza! Pizza!

Home Alone
Home Alone

Harry: [pointing to the McCallister house] That's the one, Marv, that's the silver tuna.
Marv: Oh, it's very gee.
Harry: Very gee, huh? It's loaded. It's got lot's of top-flight goods. Stereos, VCRs...
Marv: Toys?
Harry: Probably looking at some very fine jewelry. Possible cash hoarde.

Odd marketable securities... Who knows. It's a gem. Hand me a crow bar. Crow bars up.
[they clink their crow bars together]

Home Alone
Home Alone

Marv: [the McCallister house is filled with supposed partygoers; music is blasting] Did they come back?
Harry: From *Paris*?

Home Alone 2: Lost in New York
Home Alone 2: Lost in New York

Officer Bennett: Has the boy ever run away from home?
Peter McCallister: No.
Officer Bennett: Has he ever been in a situation where's been on his own?
Kate McCallister: [Kate shakes her head. Peter gives her a look] As a matter of fact, this has happened before. It's become sort of a McCallister family travel

tradition.
Peter McCallister: Funnily enough, we never lose our luggage.
[They both laugh, and knock on the wooden desk]
Kate McCallister: [Officer Bennett does not laugh] He was left at home, by accident, last year.
Peter McCallister: That's what my wife meant when she said this has become a McCallister family travel

tradition.

Home Alone 2: Lost in New York
Home Alone 2: Lost in New York

Hotel Operator: Plaza hotel reservations. May I help you?
Kevin McCallister: [using a tape recorder in a low voice] How do you do? This is Peter McCallister the father.
Hotel Operator: Yes, sir.
Kevin McCallister: I'd like a hotel room please...
Hotel Operator: Yes.
Kevin

McCallister: ...with an extra large bed, a TV, and one of those little refrigerators you have to open with a key.
Hotel Operator: Yes, sir. You'll need a major credit card upon check in.
Kevin McCallister: Credit card? You got it.
Hotel Operator: Thank you. Enjoy your stay.

Fun with Dick and Jane
Fun with Dick and Jane

Dick Harper: [holding McCallister at gunpoint] I've been terminated, bankrupted, deported and blackmailed because of you, and I'm not leaving here without your money.
Jack McCallister: What are you gonna do, Dick? Shoot me if I don't approve that form?
Dick Harper: Write me a check.
Jack McCallister: You are

kidding me.
Jane Harper: Dick, it's not going to do us any good. He's just going to cancel it the minute we walk out of here.
Dick Harper: I don't care... I don't care. I'm not walking out of this bank empty-handed.
Jack McCallister: ...Alright. Alright, Dick, I'm gonna write you a check. I'm gonna need my hand back though.


Dick Harper: Gladly.
[releases grip]
Jack McCallister: Alright, yes sir, I'm gonna write you that check, and what's more I'm not gonna cancel it as soon as I leave the bank because I think it takes alotta cojones to do what you two have done here today, and I admire that. So, here you go. Just a little something to show you what I think you're

worth.
[hands him a check for $100]
Jack McCallister: Y'all take care now.