Cat in the Hat: Don't worry, I have three plans. Plan A: Mess up a perfectly clean house. Done that! Plan B: Cut your losses and ditch the kids. That could work.
Sally: What about that one?
Cat in the Hat: Plan C: Trick Mom's boyfriend into handing over dog and lock. I don't know. I still like Plan B.
Cat in the Hat: Here she is. The Super Luxurious Omnidirectional Whatchamajiggar. Or S.L.O.W. For short.
Sally: S.L.O.W.?
Cat in the Hat: Yeah, S.L.O.W. It's better than the last thing we had. Super Hydraulic Instantaneous Transporter.
Conrad: Oh, you mean...
Cat in the Hat: Quick! To the S.L.O.W.!
Cat in the Hat: Well, there are two treatments I'd reccomend. One is a series of painful shots injected into your abdomen and kneecaps and the other involves a musical number.
Sally: How many shots?
Sally: Um, Cat. Your tail.
Cat in the Hat: What about it? Oh, I see. I've chopped it off. Well, that's interesting because...SON OF A BI-[gets cut off.].
Cat: You realize you're going right into her trap.
Coraline Jones: They're my parents.
Cat: Challenge her, then! She has a *thing* for games. She won't be able to resist.
Coraline Jones: Back home, cats don't talk. So how are you able to...
Cat: I just can.
Coraline Jones: How can you walk away from something and then come towards it?
Cat: Walk around the world.
Coraline Jones: Small world.
Cale Crane: I like him.
Ben Crane: Her... I like her too.
Prince Sadir: Cale, you look me in the eye and you tell me that you think that your horse has a chance at beating my brother's horse.
Cale Crane: My horse will beat every horse that shows up.
Sam: You've grown.
Lucy: Have I?
Sam: Yeah, 'cause your ears are bigger and your eyes are older.
Lucy: All you need is love.
Lucy: Daddy, did God made for you to be like this or was it an accident?
Sam: Ok, what do you mean?
Lucy: I mean you're different.
Sam: But what do you mean?
Lucy: You're not like other daddies.
Sam: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Yeah, I'm sorry.
Lucy: It's ok, daddy. It's ok. Don't be sorry. I'm lucky. Nobody else's daddy ever comes to the park.
Sam: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, we are lucky. Aren't we lucky? Yeah.
Cassie Holmes: We don't ask to be special, we're just born that way.
Cassie Holmes: Tell me I'm a crappy artist and that everything is going to be fine.
Nick Gant: You are a crappy artist. Everything is going to be fine, I promise.
Henry Carver: I don't know why you're even trying. You already know the ending to this story.
Cassie Holmes: We're going to change it.
Joan Jett: What the hell are you wearing?
Cherie Currie: I'm thinking with my cock.
Joan Jett: More like, a boner, man.
Cherie Currie: I think I'm gonna wear it.
Joan Jett: Where? To the strip club?
Cherie Currie: I love you.
Marie Currie: I love you, too. Don't forget about the little people.
Cherie Currie: You're taller.
