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.
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.
Mel: What's with you, kid? You think the death of Sammy Davis left an opening in the Rat Pack?
Cher: Anything you can do to draw attention to your mouth is good.
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: Do you know what time it is?
Cher: A watch doesn't really go with this outfit, daddy.
Cher: Okay, so you're probably going, "Is this like a Noxzema commercial or what?" But seriously, I actually have a way normal life for a teenage girl.
Cher: Searching for a boy in high school is as useless as searching for meaning in a Pauly Shore movie.
Mel: You mean to tell me that you argued your way from a C+ to an A-?
Cher: Totally based on my powers of persuasion, you proud?
Mel: Honey, I couldn't be happier than if they were based on real grades.
Cher: Dee, when your allergies act up, take out your nose ring.
Cher: Old people can be so sweet.
Mel: You drink?
Christian: No, thanks. I'm cool.
Mel: I'm not offering. I'm asking you if you drink. You think I offer alcohol to teenage drivers taking my daughter out?
Christian: Hey man, the protective vibe. I dig.
Mel: So, what did you do in school today?
Cher: Well, I broke in my purple clogs.
Mel: Anything happens to my daughter, I got a .45 and a shovel, I doubt anybody would miss you.
Answer: It's Counting Crows' cover of "The Ghost In You".
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