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: 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: 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: Do you prefer "fashion victim" or "ensembly challenged"?
Cher: I am totally butt crazy in love with Josh.
Christian: Thanks, man. You got my mark.
Amber: She could be a farmer in those clothes.
Cher: Christian said he'd call the next day, but in boy time that meant Thursday.
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."