Peggy Sue Got Married Quotes

Michael Fitzsimmons: What's your scene, Miss Majorette? You going to marry Mr. Blue lmpala and graze around with the other sheep for the rest of your life?

Peggy Sue: No. I already did that. I want to be a dancer. That's what I want to do. I'm gonna dance and dance - and dance.

Evelyn Kelcher: Peggy, I don't mean to be intrusive, but are you having problems with Charlie?

Peggy Sue: A lot of things are confusing right now, Charlie is just one of them.

Evelyn Kelcher: Is Charlie pressuring you into doing things you don't think you should be doing?

Peggy Sue: What do you mean?

Evelyn Kelcher: Peggy, you know what a penis is? Stay away from it!

Evelyn Kelcher: What's the matter, have you and Charlie had a fight?

Peggy Sue: Yes.

Evelyn Kelcher: What about?

Peggy Sue: House payments.

Peggy Sue: Grandpa, if you had a chance to go back and do it all differently, what would you have changed?

Barney Alvorg: [adjusting himself in front of the mirror] Well, I would have taken better care of my teeth.

Peggy Sue: I am a grown woman with a life time of experience that you can't understand.

Charlie Bodell: Yeah, girls mature faster than guys.

Richard Norvik: I would be very careful about this if I were you. What if you fall into the hands of some madman with plans to manipulate your brain?

Peggy Sue: Well, that's why I was getting a divorce!

Carol Heath: Peggy Sue, call me okay?

Peggy Sue: Yes, let's keep in touch.

[Peggy Sue purposely squirts ink across Delores' blouse]

Delores Dodge: AHHHHH!

Peggy Sue: Oh I'm so sorry!

Delores Dodge: YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!

Peggy Sue: These pens are so tricky...

Delores Dodge: Go stuff your bra!

Peggy Sue: I beg your pardon?

Delores Dodge: Take a long walk off a short pier!

Peggy Sue: [amused] Have a nice day!

[Peggy Sue is drunk]

Peggy Sue: I'm an adult. I want to have fun. I want to go to Liverpool and discover the Beatles.

Peggy Sue: I think I had a heart attack and died at the reunion!

Richard Norvik: Well, you look great for a corpse.

Peggy Sue: We got married too young and ended up blaming each other for all the things we missed.

Carol Heath: So, he started having affairs and you started getting depressed.

Peggy Sue: I know lots of things that are gonna happen. There's gonna be testtube babies and heart tranplants. An American named Neil Armstrong is going to be the first man to walk on the moon, July 20, 1969.

Richard Norvik: 1969? That's six years ahead of schedule.

Peggy Sue: Then you think time travel is possible for people?

Richard Norvik: Yes. It's absolutely possible for people, for dogs, for cancan girls.

Peggy Sue: Oh, then I'm not crazy.

Richard Norvik: Well, I really don't know if you're crazy. I know most people think I am.

Michael Fitzsimmons: But we had heat, baby. Passion! Fire! We owe it to ourselves to fuse together, at least one more time.

Peggy Sue: Oh, that's a good line. You are gonna be a terrific writer.

Michael Fitzsimmons: You thinks so?

Peggy Sue: Yeah.

Peggy Sue: It's funny. It's really funny. You bought an Edsel.

Jack Kelcher: Young lady, what's the matter with you? Are you drunk?

Peggy Sue: Uh, just a little. I had a tough day.

Peggy Sue: We had one glorious night together, someday you'll remember and write about it.

Michael Fitzsimmons: Yeah, I can dig that. Bittersweet perfection. Dogs of lust on leashes of memory.

Michael Fitzsimmons: Gilfond's okay, except that he thinks Hemingway is great literature.

Peggy Sue: And you don't?

Michael Fitzsimmons: He's a fisherman. The most overrated writer of the century. I mean, man he is the perfect American Author - fat, violent, drunk.

Peggy Sue: Maybe you're confusing his life with his work.

Michael Fitzsimmons: A writer's life is his work. Jack Kerouac doesn't have to kill a bull to have something to write about. I mean, man, he's out there burning, feeling, grooving on life!

[Peggy Sue hands in her algebra test]

Mr. Snelgrove: And what's the meaning of this, Peggy Sue?

Peggy Sue: Well, Mr Snelgrove, I happen to know that in the future I will not have the slightest use for algebra, and I speak from experience.

Richard Norvik: I have this theory that time is like a burrito. A burrito is this mexican food that I had when my parents took me to Disneyland.

Peggy Sue: I *KNOW* what a *BURRITO* is

Peggy Sue: Why don't you shut up and show some compassion? If you weren't so neurotic and insecure you'd see that Richard is a really great guy.

Delores Dodge: Are you for real?

[last lines]

[present-day Charlie has just begged for another chance with Peggy]

Peggy Sue: Charlie, I'd like to invite you over to your house this Sunday for dinner... with your kids.

[Charlie hesitates, unbelieving]

Peggy Sue: I'll make a strudel...

Beth Bodell: Lots of people are separated and divorced.

Peggy Sue: Not from the guy with the lowest prices in town.

Beth Bodell: Why are you so nervous? What's the matter with you today?

Peggy Sue: I don't know. Reunions do funny things to people.

Maddy Nagle: You two look just like that soap commercial.

Arthur Nagle: Which one's the mother?

Maddy Nagle: And which one's the daughter?

Arthur Nagle: You took this seriously. You're a real blast from the past.

Peggy Sue: It was Beth's idea.

Maddy Nagle: Oh, I wish I had the nerve - and the figure.

Richard Norvik: Aren't you Peggy Sue Kelcher?

Peggy Sue: I was once.

Delores Dodge: Madeline Hutton and Arthur Nagle were high school sweethearts. Married right after graduation, they're still together. Maddy. Arthur. How does it feel to have missed the sexual revolution?

Maddy Nagle: What? What kind of question is that? That doesn't have anything to do with the reunion, Delores!

Arthur Nagle: Take it easy, kitten.

Carol Heath: God, that Walter Getz can still dance!

Peggy Sue: Oh, your first boyfriend! Come on, tell me. Any sparks left?

Carol Heath: Oh, well, who knows? I mean, remember, whatever Walter wants...

Peggy Sue, Carol Heath, Maddy Nagle: Walter gets!

Delores Dodge: I hope the sales of your book go very well. Anything anecdotal you'd like to leave us with?

Richard Norvik: Yeah, every dog has its day.

Peggy Sue: Charlie?

Charlie Bodell: Blah. Blah-blah. Blah. Blah-blah-blah-blah. I vant to suck your blood! I also vant to suck your Twinkie!

Peggy Sue: Am I dead?

Charlie Bodell: No. You are the undead.

Jack Kelcher: Don't ever let anything like that happen again. You're far too young to start acquiring bad habits.

Peggy Sue: I agree.

Delores Dodge: Peggy Sue. Did you study for the test?

Peggy Sue: Test! There's a test?

Mr. Gilfond: The result of his struggle is that Santiago comes back with honor.

Michael Fitzsimmons: Santiago comes back with nothing! There's no meat on the bone. It's Hemingway's ego trying to defend itself again. Trying to prove he can still perform.

Mr. Gilfond: What Hemingway's saying, Michael, is that we are alone. That when we go out too far, we're vulnerable. The irony that Santiago is beaten by the sharks, doesn't make him less of a hero.

Michael Fitzsimmons: Who's the victim and who's the predator?

Peggy Sue: Would you meet me after school, please?

Richard Norvik: [sighs] All right. I'll be in the physics lab. But, can you make it 4:30; because, I have to go to a Rocket Club meeting?

Charlie Bodell: When I think about you going out with other guys, I feel...

Peggy Sue: Rejected? Worthless? Miserable?

Charlie Bodell: Yeah.

Peggy Sue: Good.

Richard Norvik: You see, I think that time is like a burrito - in the sense that one part of itself will fold over - and it will just touch the other part.

Peggy Sue: What's inside?

Richard Norvik: Well, you can fill it with whatever you want. You can fill it with memories, with experiences, trigonometry. Anything.

Peggy Sue: What do you think about Richard Norvik?

Charlie Bodell: He's a nice guy. Is he going to help you with all that physics stuff?

Peggy Sue: He's trying.

Charlie Bodell: Who needs physics when we've got chemistry?

Peggy Sue: Charlie, let's make love.

Charlie Bodell: What? You mean sex? Intercourse. You want to have intercourse? Last weekend you said, "What time is it? Holy cow, it's late!"

Peggy Sue: A lot of things have happened since last weekend.

Peggy Sue: Doesn't Lucky Chucky want to come out?

Charlie Bodell: Who?

Peggy Sue: You know, your love machine. Your throbbing thrill hammer. Your thing.

Charlie Bodell: You mean my wang?

Peggy Sue: I'm sorry.

Charlie Bodell: Save it, woman! Humiliator!

Michael Fitzsimmons: What are you doing here, anyway?

Peggy Sue: Coffee, donuts.

Michael Fitzsimmons: I thought chicks like you travelled in packs.

Peggy Sue: Hey, man, I'm a hip chick.

[takes a drag on Michael's cigarette]

Delores Dodge: Look, there's Peggy Sue and Michael Fitzsimmons!

Terry: That Commie beatnik?

Delores Dodge: Yeah. First a geek and now a weirdo!

Peggy Sue: Well, the world sure looks better up here.

Michael Fitzsimmons: The world is fantastic. It's the ultimate absurd circus. And I am shot from a cannon into the energy.

Peggy Sue: What are you shooting for?

Michael Fitzsimmons: Maximum intensity. Yeah. I'm going to get out of here. I'm going to write! I'm checking out of this bourgeois motel. *Push* myself away from the dinner table and say: "No more Jell-O for me, Mom!"

Michael Fitzsimmons: "How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face." I didn't write that. That's Yeats.

Peggy Sue: I envy you. You have your whole life ahead of you and you know exactly what you want.

Michael Fitzsimmons: Ray of oneness piercing the solitude. Falling bodies in the ecstasy of flesh.

Peggy Sue: Is that one of your's?

Michael Fitzsimmons: No, I just made that up.

Michael Fitzsimmons: I'll respect you for eternity.

Peggy Sue: Oh, Michael, you know this really isn't happening.

Elderly Gentleman: Shostakovich? Charlie, I'm just taking the Ravel!

Michael Fitzsimmons: Listen. Take the Shostakovich home. Listen to it. Let it grow on you. If you don't like it, I will give you your money back.

Elderly Gentleman: Oh, well I did like the Dvorák one you suggested. I liked it a lot. And, young man, you talked me into it.

Peggy Sue: What do you know about classical music?

Michael Fitzsimmons: Nothing. But selling is selling.

Peggy Sue: Charlie, about last night...

Charlie Bodell: Hush. Hush, baby, hush. I've been thinking. Girls must go through that stuff, too. Sometimes when I look at you I feel like an animal! I don't know. Maybe my dad's right. Teenagers are nuts.

Richard Norvik: Microwave ovens, pocket calculators walkamans, digital watches, and miniature television sets.

Peggy Sue: Oh! And huge radios. I mean, for some reason everything else gets tiny, but portable radios get enormous.

Richard Norvik: Huge, enormous radios? Portable enormous radios.

Peggy Sue: I'll tell you where there's a real fortune to be made: running shoes, tennis shoes, jogging shoes, all that kind of stuff. I mean, I'm talking 50, 100, 200 dollars a pair.

Richard Norvik: Wait, you got to be kidding me.

Peggy Sue: Who needs satellites when I've got Delores' mouth?

Carol Heath: I hear she does more than talk with her mouth.

Maddy Nagle: That's disgusting!

Carol Heath: Maddy, would you grow up? It says right in "Love Without Fear" that the tongue kiss, as a means of genital stimulation, is widely practiced and has much to commend it!

Peggy Sue: Did you memorize the book or just the good parts?

Carol Heath: No. Just what you underlined.

Charlie Bodell: You're going to blow it, Peggy Sue. No one treats Charlie Bodell like this.

Peggy Sue: Why do you talk about yourself in the third person like you were Napoleon? Why is everything an argument with you?

Charlie Bodell: Look! I've got the hair. I've got the teeth. I've got the eyes. Oh, Peggy, look outside that window. I've got the car. *I'm* the lead singer. *I'm* the man. Why are *you* arguing with me?

Charlie Bodell: What about the group and my singing career? What about me?

Peggy Sue: I am trying to save you *years* of frustration of waiting for that big break. No! That big disappointment so you can blame me for the rest of your life!

Charlie Bodell: You don't know zip. You think I'm gonna spend the rest of my life selling appliances? Chasing women around the store like my father?

Michael Fitzsimmons: This is the plan. As soon as school is finished, we move to Utah.

Peggy Sue: Utah? I thought you'd be going to Paris or New York. I mean, what's in Utah?

Michael Fitzsimmons: Rita. I met her last summer. She's cool. You'll really dig her. She's got this little cabin outside the hills of Provo where she raises chickens. I'll write, and you two can take care of the chickens to support us.

Peggy Sue: I can't do that.

Michael Fitzsimmons: Why not? Polygamy's legal in Utah.

Peggy Sue: I'm allergic to chickens.

Michael Fitzsimmons: We had heat, baby. Passion! Fire! We owe it to ourselves to *fuse* together. At least one more time.

Peggy Sue: Oh, that's a great line. You are going to be a terrific writer.

Richard Norvik: You have a vision, Peggy.

Peggy Sue: A vision? I am a walking anachronism!

Richard Norvik: Change your destiny and marry me.

Peggy Sue: No! Peggy Sue got married. Case closed. I don't want to marry anyone, Richard.

Elizabeth Alvorg: If you believe it, darling, then I believe. Being young is just as confusing as being old. The things that happened to me 50 years ago are more on my mind than the things that happen today.

Peggy Sue: But I'm remembering the future.

Peggy Sue: When you and Grandma are gone, the family's gone. And I'll never see the cousins anymore.

Barney Alvorg: It's your grandma's strudel that's kept this family together.

Peggy Sue: Grandpa? What does Grandma think you do at these meetings?

Barney Alvorg: Stag movies and poker.

Peggy Sue: Grandpa! Do you have to wear that hat?

Barney Alvorg: Wouldn't be a lodge without hats.