Quotes from Geena Davis movies and TV shows

Bobbi: You should choose carefully what you tell me, Ava, because you can't un-say it, and I can't un-hear it.

Adam: Well, how is it that you can see us but nobody else can?
Lydia: Well, I read in that Handbook for the Recently Deceased. It says, "Live people ignore the strange and unusual." I, myself am strange and unusual.
Barbara: You look like a regular girl to me.

Barbara: We're very unhappy.
Juno: What did you expect? You're dead.

Adam: Handbook for the recently diseased.
Barbara: Deceased.

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Beetlejuice: Alright, let's get down to business! I got a card around here somewhere. Here, here, who do I have to kill? Here, hold that for me, would you?
Barbara Maitland: Whoa! Ah!
Beetlejuice: There you go!
Adam Maitland: You don't have to kill anybody!
Beetlejuice: Ah! Possession! Good! [Beetlejuice's voice comes out of Barbra's mouth] Learn to throw your voice. Fool your friends! Fun at parties!

Morgan: Stop your chatter and say something Latin-ish.

Morgan: They're backwards.
William: I assure you ma'am, they're normal in every respect.

William: Why don't you row?
Morgan: Why don't you swim?

Morgan: Give me the map.
William: Give me... a kiss first.

Valerie: Aw, Wiploc, I think I'll miss you least of all.
Wiploc: You want a liplock from Wiploc?

Candy: If you wanna be a femme fatale, you can't rest on your L'Oréals.
Valerie: You know, I think she might be right.
Candy: Grab the bleach, she's seen the light.

Wiploc: Finland is here?
Valerie: Finland? No, this is the Valley. Finland is the capital of Norway. Gawd, you guys sure learn fast.

Valerie: As if things weren't bad enough, now I've been abducted by aliens.

Loomis: Is that our plane?
Phyllis: No, if it were our plane, it would be crashing.

Mrs. Little: Is he going to be all right?
Dr. Beechwood: Well, a lad that size swallowing all that detergent. Amazingly, I think he's gonna be fine. Also, he's very clean.

Mrs. Little: He hates us.
Mr. Little: We've never been hated before.

Stuart Little: So, what do I call you?
Mrs. Little: Mom.
Mr. Little: And Dad.
Mrs. Little: We haven't told you the best news of all.
Mr. Little: You have a brother, named George.
Stuart Little: What do I call him?
Mrs. Little: George.

Thelma: I know it's crazy, but I just feel like I got a knack for this shit.
Louise: I believe you do.

Louise: Tell him you're having a wonderful time and you'll be home tomorrow night.
Thelma: Will I be?
Louise: I don't know. I won't.

Thelma: We're running for our lives - can't you make an exception?