Movie Quotes for Game+Plan,+The

Joe Kingman: Peyton, I have an an answer for your question. After
  this game, win or lose, youre the best thing thats ever happened
  to me.

Karen Kelly: How are things going there?
Peyton Kelly: Terrific, the foods not all that great, but my room is
  huge.

TV Sports Announcer: [announcing basketball game on TV] 3 seconds
  left. The shot is up...
TV Narrator: [Peyton switches channel] Welcome to the magical world
  of ponies!

Peyton Kelly: My mom says that she fell in love with you because you
  played guitar and you sounded just like Elvis.
Joe Kingman: Really?
Joe Kingman: [in Elvis voice] Well, what do you think?
Peyton Kelly: I think she was tone deaf, and you sound more like a
  wounded moose than the King.
Joe Kingman: Ohh, a wounded moose?

[after Joe discovers he has a daughter]
Stella Peck: So theres no possible chance shes yours?
Joe Kingman: No! I mean, Sarah and I were seperated for a long time.
  The last time I saw her, she came over to get her things and...
  [thinks for a few moments]... whose hungry? Im hungry.

Tatianna: Is your coat... Bedazzled?
Joe Kingman: Peyton. Wait a minute.
[turns to see the back of his coat]
Joe Kingman: Im still Joe. Still the King.

Joe Kingman: Bostun Webels, experience the heat. Buston Webels, catch
  the magik. Buston Webels, catch... who wites this?

Monique Vasquez: Fathers are the ones that pick you up and give you
  the courage to do stuff you never thought you could.

Joe Kingman: Then you get inside peoples minds, and you drive them
  crazy, just like her!
Peyton Kelly: Well at least I got a mind, because if I didnt, Id be
  just like you!

Stella Peck: How long has it been since you ate one of your own
  Fannys burgers? [takes a bite] Chew long Id say.

Monique Vasquez: [to Joe] Ballerinas can jump just as high as you but
  when they come down they come down in plies, and then they stand
  pointe, and they stand like that for hours. If ballet was easy, it
  would be called football.

Joe Kingman: I thought you were dead.
Karen Kelly: I can assure you Im not dead.

Joe Kingman: You need to be a mom to do this stuff.
Monique Vasquez: I dont know about that. True mothers are smarter,
  kinder, and better at just about everything.

Peyton Kelly: My mommy says Fannys Burgers make kids fat and give
  you gas.

Joe Kingman: You Bedazzled my football?

Joe Kingman: What did you put in those cookies?
Peyton Kelly: Um, milk, flour, eggs, cinnamon.
Joe Kingman: Cinammon? Im allergic to cinnamon!
Peyton Kelly: Im sorry.
Joe Kingman: Youre sowry? Im talking like this and all you can say
  is youre sowry?
Peyton Kelly: Im allergic to nuts.

Joe Kingman: Well, who are you here with?
Peyton Kelly: My father.
Joe Kingman: Well you better go get him, because Im sure hes
  looking for you.
Peyton Kelly: Hes not looking for me.
Joe Kingman: How do you know?
Peyton Kelly: Because hes looking *at* me.
Joe Kingman: What?
Peyton Kelly: Hi, weve never met before, you were married to my mom,
  Sara. Sara Kelly. My name is Peyton. Im your daughter.

Peyton Kelly: [to Joe] My name is Peyton. Im your daughter.

Joe Kingman: My dad never let me have sugar.
Peyton Kelly: Is that why you never smile?

Travis Sanders: Is Spike wearing a tutu?

Joe Kingman: You dont get abs like these eating peanut butter
  patties.

[repeated lines]
Peyton Kelly: Stupid is a mean word.
Kyle Cooper: No it isnt.
Peyton Kelly: Yes it is.
Kyle Cooper: No it isnt.
Peyton Kelly: Yes it is.

Professor G.H. Dorr: To penetrate the vault here this afternoon,
  while Mrs. Munson is at church, havin blasted that little old rock
  to pieces durin Mrs. Munsons choir practice. Garth, can you run
  us through the game plan for what remains of our tunnel?
Garth Pancake: Of course. Why, its childs play now. Easiest thing
  in the world. Only a couple of feet separate us from the vault.
  Just the usual spadework until we get to the masonry of the vault,
  and then we just drill through.
Professor G.H. Dorr: And will you be able to wield the drill with
  your maimed extremity?
Garth Pancake: Oh, well, yeah, I should think so. Yeah, its, uh,
  its only one finger. Inhibits me in doing finer work of course.
  Ill always have to live with that. Maybe - Im just thinkin out
  loud here - maybe, since as you say there will be problems later,
  maybe - and I actually mentioned this to Mountain Girl, she agrees
  with me, so its not just one persons opinion - maybe, uh... I
  should get a little extra compensation for the accident. Somewhat
  larger share. Why, if this was any other line of work, Id be
  getting workmans comp. Wouldnt I? Might even have a pretty good
  lawsuit.
Gawain MacSam: Wait, so you gonna sue yourself for blowing your own
  goddamn finger off?
Garth Pancake: Well, now that is simply asinine.
Professor G.H. Dorr: Yes, but you see, Garth, this is not what you
  just called "some other line of work."
Garth Pancake: Yeah, no, no, no, but if it were...
Professor G.H. Dorr: This is a criminal enterprise, not to put too
  fine a point on it, entailing any manner of risk not involved in
  honest labor. Governmental regulations and civic safeguards cannot
  be assumed to apply to antisocial pursuits.
Lump Hudson: Yeah, but he lost his finger.
Gawain MacSam: We dont give a fuck! That fool could blow his goddamn
  dick off, it dont make no nevermind to us! We not payin this
  jackass for goin around blowin off goddamn body parts! Get yo
  fuckin head out yo ass, man!
Garth Pancake: Look you, there is no call for...
The General: No extra share!
Garth Pancake: OK. Majority rules. Like I say, it was just a trial
  balloon. Hands not so bad really. I even get some phantom feeling.
Gawain MacSam: Yeah, you pull on your prick, you get some phantom
  feelin.
Garth Pancake: Fuck you.
Gawain MacSam: Fuck you.
Garth Pancake: Fuck you!
Gawain MacSam: Fuck you, nubbie!
Professor G.H. Dorr: Well, now that that matter is settled, why dont
  we synchronize our watches before Gawain reports to work. In 20
  seconds, it will be exactly 12:16. Fifteen...
Garth Pancake: What, itll be 12:15?
Professor G.H. Dorr: No, 15 seconds. Well, 11 seconds now. Itll be
  12:16. Eight, seven...
Lump Hudson: Professor? Prof...?
Professor G.H. Dorr: ...six... five... Yes, Lump! I dont have a
  watch.
Lump Hudson: I dont have a watch.

Seth: So whats the GP, RA?
Ryan: I have no idea what you just said.
Seth: Game plan, Ryan Atwood.
Ryan: Youre just using initials now?
Seth: Yeah, it saves time.
Ryan: Well, not if you have to translate.
Seth: GP.
Ryan: Game plan?
Seth: Good point.

Sarge: OK, listen up, scumbags. If were gonna invade this fortress,
  we need a good game plan. Now, I have two options we can use.
  Number one, we run at the base in a single fine line, screaming at
  the top of our lungs! The enemy will be so flabbergasted, by the
  time they have a chance to regroup, well already be inside.
Tucker: Oh, yeah, right. Theyre not going to get surprised, theyre
  just going to start mowing us down.
Sarge: That is the inherent beauty of the single file line. They can
  only kill the person in front. So if we order from least important
  to most important, with Tucker being in the front and me being in
  the back, then we just might make it through.
Simmons: Dont you think that Caboose should be in the back, since
  hes the one carrying the bomb?
Sarge: No, Caboose is in front of me. We need someone in back who can
  objectively evaluate how the plan is working.
Tucker: How are you going to know if the plan isnt working?
Sarge: If Caboose dies, Ill know were in trouble, and immediately
  abort.
Caboose: I think thats a good plan.
Grif: Sarge, while thats the most retarded idea Ive ever heard, I
  just wanted to thank you for not putting me in front of the line.
Sarge: Dont get misty, Francine. Well have already killed you and
  used your corpse to jam up the windmill! I think we can all agree,
  given our current situation, its the perfect plan. [silence] OK,
  well let me tell you about my other plan. Using parts from the
  warthog...
Grif: [to Tex] Im hoping youve got a better idea.
Sarge: ...Well make what I like to call, "The Grif Cannon."
Grif: Oh, man...
Sarge: Utilizing the power of the Grif Cannon, we make a Grif-sized
  hole in the outer wall!... or we paint it a very disgusting color.