Top 20 Quotes From Stanley Livingston

Steve: Chip, what are you doing?
Chip: A tiger always circles his kill.
Michael: I'm glad he said that. I was afraid for a minute he'd say something stupid.

Huey: I'm going to call Tommy McManus. Wait'll he see you got a real butler around here.
Chip: Yeah. He's always bragging cause his sister's got a diaper service.

Steve: I mean she seems uh just a little...
Mike: Very mature looking for her age but she does seem a little...
Michael: Yeah she does seem a little...
Chip: Dumb.
Michael: That's the word.

Michael: Where'd you get the paint?
Chip: I traded Doreen Peters one of my swim fins.
Michael: That's kinda a silly trade. What good is one swim fin gonna do you?
Chip: What good is it gonna do her? She'll be willin' to trade it back for pretty nearly anything.

Michael: I know it's quite a trip out to that kitchen but do you think you could make it there?
Chip: I know a shortcut.
Michael: You would.

Chip: Will you talk to him for me?
Steve: No.
Chip: Will you come with me?
Steve: No.
Chip: Will you write me a note?
Steve: No.

Chip: I'm gonna go do my math homework. That way I can grow up to be a pencil pusher too.

Chip: I guess I better go up to my room Sudsy.
Huey: I think I hear my mother calling anyway.
Michael: How can you hear your mother calling when you live three blocks from here?
Huey: She must be calling because I gotta feeling it's time to go home.

Ernie: Do you think the house is going to miss us?
Charley: Sure, it'll miss us. The minute we get out of sight, it's going to break right down and start to cry out of all the faucets. The neighbors will sell tickets to see the crying house.
Steve: I'd like to think the house is going to miss us, Charley.
Charley: Look, are we going to California, or are we going to stand here waving bye-bye to a pile of lumber?
Steve: Charley's right, fellas. Let's all...let's all pile in.
Charley: Come on, let's go. Come on, move.
Chip: [They all climb into the car.]
Chip: Boy, Dad.
Steve: Now, Chip, when they transferred me to California, you fellas all thought it was a great idea, so... Well, there's no turning back now.
Chip: I know.
Chip: [to Ernie]
Chip: Hey, are you crying, Ernie?
Ernie: Heck, no. Tramp just breathed on my glasses and they steamed up.

Huey: Is he still sitting in there?
Chip: Yeah, he's got terrible emotional possession.
Huey: Harold Roebuck said if you sit in one spot too long you turn into a rock.
Mike: Well you tell Harold Roebuck we'll let him know if that happens.

Huey: If you say you did something only you didn't really do it, that's called pugilism.
Chip: Yeah but I don't want my drawing to get in the newspaper so I gotta swipe it back.
Huey: Boy if you do that you got pugilism with larson on top of that.

Elizabeth: I'm sorry you're father couldn't be here to.
Chip: So am I. Maybe he could show me which fork to use.
Robbie: Just use the one you always use Chip.
Chip: I used that one but I still have two forks left over.

Steve: Chip, some day you're going to get married.
Chip: Married! I don't even have a driver's license yet.

Chip: How come Mike talks so much lately?
Michael: He wants his dad to know he's getting his money's worth sending him to college.

Chip: Can Sudsy stay for dinner?
Mike: Oh I don't know Chip. Robbie's bringing Hank over and I just bought a little hamburger.
Huey: You want me to go into the other room so you can talk about me?

Jeannie: A live frog?
Chip: Yeah practically. He's under the bed.
Jeannie: Oh may I see him? Please.
Huey: Are you sure you're a girl?
Jeannie: Quite sure.

Chip: There that's what Robbie taught me.
Huey: Huh call that playing, my brother Harold could do that with his toes.
Chip: So could Robbie. And he plays the trumpet too.
Huey: With his toes?

Michael: Chip go on upstairs and wash your hands.
Chip: You made me do that before I set the table.
Michael: With all these germs around you can't be too careful.
Chip: Why don't you come right out and say it. Little pictures have big ears.

Michael: Tell her I was taking a bath and caught my toe in the drain.
Chip: Gee Bub, you're always telling us not to tell lies and you make us tell Miss Gilbert all kinds of stuff.
Michael: Get this will you. Now he's developing scruples.

Robbie: Oh boy did I have a rotten dream.
Chip: Me too. I dreamt I was taking piano lessons from Mary Lou Gifford and every time I made a mistake she kissed me.