Cher: Anything you can do to draw attention to your mouth is good.
Cher: Daddy's a litigator. Those are the scariest kind of lawyer. Even Lucy, our maid, is terrified of him. And daddy's so good he gets $500 an hour to fight with people. But he fights with me for free because I'm his daughter.
Mel: Do you know what time it is?
Cher: A watch doesn't really go with this outfit, daddy.
Cher: You can't be the absolute and final word on drivers' licenses?
DMV Tester: Girlie, as far as you're concerned, I am the messiah of the DMV.
Cher: Miss Stoeger, I would just like to say that physical education in this school is a disgrace. I mean, standing in line for forty minutes is hardly aerobically effective. I doubt I've worked off the calories in a stick of Carefree gum.
Mel: What's with you, kid? You think the death of Sammy Davis left an opening in the Rat Pack?
Cher: So, this flannel thing. Is that a nod to the crispy Seattle weather, or are you just trying to stay warm in front of the refrigerator?
Mel: Anything happens to my daughter, I got a .45 and a shovel, I doubt anybody would miss you.
Cher: Do you prefer "fashion victim" or "ensembly challenged"?
Amber: She could be a farmer in those clothes.
Cher: It's like that book I read in the 9th grade that said "'tis a far far better thing doing stuff for other people."
Cher: Would you look at that body language? Legs crossed towards each other. That is an unequivocal sex invite.
Cher: Dee, when your allergies act up, take out your nose ring.
Mel: So, what did you do in school today?
Cher: Well, I broke in my purple clogs.
Mel: Don't tell me those brain-dead lowlifes are calling me again.
Cher: They are your parents.
Answer: Malibu is a hazardous place to live. It's constantly threatened by wildfires, which burn out the underbrush. Then when it rains, there's nothing on the ground to keep the mud from sliding down the hills, so mudslides are a problem, too. She was probably referring to one of the many times that this has happened.
Krista