30 Best Happy Days Quotes

Richie: Hey, Fonzie, this Stripper she took off..
The: Nothing!
Richie: You knew?
The: Yeah, but Bull makes the World go around. I think I'm going to scratch that on the toilet wall.

Richie: [an angry Richie has been drinking heavily at a local bar... Fonzie is trying to take him home] I would REALLY like to be alone right now.
Arthur: No you don't.
Richie: Let's get something straight right now, all right? The days when The Fonz can come riding in and solve all my problems with a few choice words are long gone! So why don't you leave-a-mundo?
Arthur: You're absolutely right. This is not a frosh mixer. I can't fix you up with a date, but you are my friend, we can talk about it and I haven't said 'a-mundo' in an awful long time!
[Richie turns away]
Arthur: Fine... you don't wanna say anything, we won't talk. Then we'll go home. You know why? 'Cause there's a lotta people worried about you.
Richie: [angry] I'll leave when I damn well feel like leaving!
Arthur: Good plan... good plan.
[gets up]
Arthur: Except something in my soul tells me that you want to leave
[yanks chair out from under Richie's feet]
Arthur: right now. So Richie, put the beer down and let's go home, OK?
[Richie stands up and punches Fonzie in the face]
Arthur: So we got that out of our systems, right? Come on, Richie. Let's go.
Richie: I said I'll leave when I feel like it!
[swings at Fonzie again and misses]
Arthur: [Fonzie restrains him and pins him to a pool table] What, are you crazy? You think I'm gonna let you do that a second time?
Richie: I'm gonna get you for that, Fonz! I'm gonna kick your butt!
Arthur: Right... right.

Howard: [in the final scene, Howard proposes a toast] Well, what can I say? Both of our children are married now and they're starting out to build lives of their own. And I guess when you reach a milestone like this you have to have to reflect back on, on what you've done and, and what you've accomplished. Marion and I have not climbed Mount Everest or written a great American novel. But we've had the joy of raising two wonderful kids, and watching them and their friends grow up into loving adults. And now, we're gonna have the pleasure of watching them pass that love on to their children. And I guess no man or woman could ask for anything more. So thank you all for being, part of our family... To happy days.

Richie: I give up, Fonzie! I'm gonna be a monk!
Fonzie: Don't. You won't like their hairstyle.

Richie: A shark? That is the *stupidest* thing I have ever heard!
Fonzie: Stupid, yes. Also dumb. But it is something I've gotta do.
Richie: Fonz, you're not jumping over garbage cans on a bike. You're jumping over a shark. On nothing! On a couple of little skis! One little slip and chomp! Chomp! Chomp!
Fonzie: Thanks a lot for your support. Look, I was challenged. I gotta jump.

[repeated line]
The: I knew that.

Dwight: Cunningham, what's going on here?
[as water drips onto the dining room table from above]
Howard: Oh, it's probably nothing. You see, this is an old house, it's just the humidity. Now, if you'll just sign right here...
[Water then gushes from upstairs into the dining room area, soaking Howard and Mesmer as well as water splashing onto Marion and Joanie]
Howard: [after the water stops dripping] And if you'd be kind enough to initial here...

Potsie: Rich! Rich!
Ralph: Come quick!
Richie: What? Is there something wrong?
Potsie: It's a shark!
Ralph: The Fonz...
Richie: Fonz got eaten by a shark?
Potsie: He did? Who said that?
Ralph: Not me! What're you talking about?
Richie: Well, you just said "The shark..."!
Ralph: Nooo! Listen! The Fonz is gonna jump *over* a shark!

Ralph: [Richie is worried that he's going crazy] Come on, Richie! You're no crazier than the rest of us! Look at Potsie. You think he's normal? And Fonzie... super-cool Fonzie. Fonzie with his "Ayyy!" I mean, that's pretty... that's really sicko when you come right down to it.
Richie: I wouldn't let him hear you say that.
Ralph: You tell him I said that, and I'll deny it! Every word!
Richie: OK, Ralph - take it easy.
Ralph: Now you take me - nice, normal Ralphie Malphie. I got no quirks. But I know what they're saying about me. They're saying my hair's too neat, I'm too cute, and girls crave my bod.
Richie: They're not saying that, Ralph.
Ralph: Yes they are. They're also saying that I look like a movie star because my teeth are too even.

Richie: So how did you do on that social studies test?
Potsie: I missed that question on Alaska. I hear they want to make it a state now.
Richie: That'll never happen.

The: You ain't nobody until you do what you want!

[repeated line]
Richie: Sit on it!

Charles: Wa! Wa! Wa!

Richie: I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill.

[repeated line]
The: Whoa.

Ralph: I've still got it!

Arthur: [enters through kitchen] Hey Richie! I got 'em! Two first-class tickets to Tinseltown!
Richie: First class? Oh, Fonz... I can't afford First Class.
Arthur: Of course you can... I got 'em from Yolanda down at the travel agency. One more date and you're going to Europe!
[awkward silence]
Arthur: Well, I guess this is it, huh?
Richie: Yeah. Fonz, listen... um, I'm a writer... or at least I hope so.
[pulling envelope from his jacket]
Richie: Yet sometimes it's a little easier to express myself with words. I wrote this to you this morning. Because I knew when we were face to face like this, that I... well, I might not be able to find the words. How do you thank somebody who's been everything to you?
[Fonzie nods]
Richie: Your brother, your protector. You delivered my own child. I just don't know how I can ever say that.
Arthur: [shrugs] I think you just did.
[Richie goes to put the letter back in his pocket, but Fonzie takes it from him... he whispers as his voice breaks]
Arthur: I just wanna tell ya... that I love you. Very much.
[walks out]

The: You're dreaming about a girl you've never met?
Richie: Come on, Fonz, haven't you ever dreamed?
The: Hey I'm not the dreamer! I'm the dreamee!

The: [Marion has just told off the Fonz and stormed out of the room] I'm gonna hit her.
Howard: No, you're not gonna hit my wife.
The: Then I'll hit you!
Howard: You're not gonna hit my son.
The: Then I'll hit you!
Richie: You're not gonna hit my father either.
The: Well I gotta hit somebody. You know where Potsie is?

Marion: Richie just hasn't got the appetite that Chuck has.
Howard: Marion, Argentina hasn't got the appetite that Chuck has.

Howard: Sure, I understand.
[Walks out of the office and walks back in]
Howard: No, I don't. I don't understand why a little boy can't be allowed to stay with the one person he loves the most.
Mr. Hillary: Well, our policy... .
Howard: I think your policies stink. Just because Fonzie isn't married that doesn't mean he would make a great father. But there's no one in the world that understands that kid better than he does. He was abandoned himself, so he knows exactly how it feels. And if your policies won't allow a man like Fonzie to be Danny's father then I say to hell with your policies.

The: [to his class]
The: Don't you understand, your brain is clay and I gotta *squeeze* it!
[class is startled]
The: [then calmly] Let me put that another way...

[repeated line]
Fonzie: Correctamundo.

Richie: [Richie tells his parents and Joanie that he's moving his family to California] Everything you said made a lot of sense... it was good advice. But I talked it over with Lori Beth, and we've decided that we have to give this a chance.
[pause]
Richie: Look, when we get to California, I might have to get an odd job or something. But this is what I really, really want to do.
[pause]
Richie: Now the only regret I have is that I have to say goodbye.
Howard: [standing up, addressing Marion] Give me that famous, pre-signed checkbook of yours, will ya?
[Marion hands it to him]
Richie: Dad, Dad... now wait... wait a minute... I really don't want to take any of your money.
Howard: Richard, you remember before when I was telling you about the sacrifices I made for my family? Well, for a little while, I forgot why. But it's because I wanted my children to go as far as their gifts could take them.
[hands him a blank check]
Howard: Now you take this and you fill in whatever amount you think you need.
Marion: [stands up] You know something? I don't know when I've been so proud of both of you. And now you're gonna leave just when I'm getting used to your moustache! It's gonna look very nice... on a screenwriter.
Richie: [gratefully] Thanks, Mom.

[watching a Chicago Bears football game in 1956]
Ralph: That Bears quarterback is no good. He's washed up. He's 30.
Richie: That's ridiculous. George Blanda still has a few more good years left.

Count: Release the doves!

The: [Richie tries to get Fonz to get rid of a very tall, very big lumberjack] You picked a fight with a red and black tree?

The: Ayyy!

Potsie: What's the world coming to when you can't bribe your best friend?

Richie: [an angry Richie has been drinking heavily at a local bar... Fonzie is trying to take him home] I would REALLY like to be alone right now.
Arthur: No you don't.
Richie: Let's get something straight right now, all right? The days when The Fonz can come riding in and solve all my problems with a few choice words are long gone! So why don't you leave-a-mundo?
Arthur: You're absolutely right. This is not a frosh mixer. I can't fix you up with a date, but you are my friend, we can talk about it and I haven't said 'a-mundo' in an awful long time!
[Richie turns away]
Arthur: Fine... you don't wanna say anything, we won't talk. Then we'll go home. You know why? 'Cause there's a lotta people worried about you.
Richie: [angry] I'll leave when I damn well feel like leaving!
Arthur: Good plan... good plan.
[gets up]
Arthur: Except something in my soul tells me that you want to leave
[yanks chair out from under Richie's feet]
Arthur: right now. So Richie, put the beer down and let's go home, OK?
[Richie stands up and punches Fonzie in the face]
Arthur: So we got that out of our systems, right? Come on, Richie. Let's go.
Richie: I said I'll leave when I feel like it!
[swings at Fonzie again and misses]
Arthur: [Fonzie restrains him and pins him to a pool table] What, are you crazy? You think I'm gonna let you do that a second time?
Richie: I'm gonna get you for that, Fonz! I'm gonna kick your butt!
Arthur: Right... right.
Richie: [Richie slowly comes to his senses] Fonz... what am I doing? I'm going crazy!
Arthur: [gently] It's OK... you're OK. Wanna get up.
Richie: [softly] Yeah.
Arthur: [Fonzie releases him and pats his shoulder] You're OK.
Richie: Man... I can't live like this. I can't go around living my life pretending I'm happy all the time! It's no good, Fonz! It's no good!
Arthur: I get the picture. You've been living your life for everybody else, right? You've been the perfect son, the perfect student, the perfect father...
Richie: [interrupting] Perfect soldier!
Arthur: Perfect friend!
Arthur: It's time to take responsibility for your own life. You've gotta do what you wanna do, Richie.
Richie: [shakes his head] No, it's not that simple. See, my dad got me that job at the newspaper.
Arthur: So what?
Richie: My wife, Lori Beth, has her heart set on living in Milwaukee!
Arthur: Your wife Lori Beth has her heart set on spending the rest of her life with you! Don't sell her short! I mean, she loves you, Richie! She'll back you in anything you want to do! We all will!
Richie: Look, you're single. You don't know what it's like having people depending on you each and every day!
Arthur: [raising eyebrows] Are you delirious? All right, I'll be fair with you... I don't have a wife and kids. But if I had yours, I would let nothing stop me!