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A hotel handyman's life changes when the lavish bedtime stories he tells his niece and nephew start to magically come true.
Mickey: Look's like Bugsy's eaten a lot of burgers in the last ten minutes. Skeeter Bronson: Wow! Mickey: He keeps going like that, we could make bacon out of Bugsy. [Bugsy looks at them] Skeeter Bronson: He's kidding, Bugsy. Take it easy.
Luau Waitress: Kona coffee ice cream. Skeeter Bronson: Yeah? What's the catch? You're gonna light it on fire? 'Cause I'm on to you, honey. Luau Waitress: No fire. It would melt. Just take the ice cream and a chill pill.
Patrick: [eating hamburgers for the first time] Mom's going to kill us. Skeeter Bronson: No she's not, two reasons, one she's not going to find out, two, when your mom was little she ate hamburgers all the time in this room. Patrick and Bobbi: She did? Skeeter Bronson: Yep.
Skeeter Bronson: Okay, I'll do it. But you gotta say ''Skeeter's the coolest, I'm the nerd''. Wendy: "Skeeter's the coolest, I'm the nerd"? Skeeter Bronson: Yeah you are!
Mickey: [after Skeeter has just thrown ketchup at him] you know what? Ketchup is GOOD for you! It exfoliates the skin, so who's the real victim here? YOU ARE!
Marty Bronson: Your fun is only limited by your imagination.
Violet Nottingham: You, truth or dare? Patrick: Truth. Violet Nottingham: How old were you the first time you kissed a girl? Bobbi: Patrick never kissed a girl. Patrick: Girls are ick, except for Tricia Sparks. Violet Nottingham: Ohh, this Tricia Sparks, is she a girl in your class? Bobbi: Aunt Jill, did you get our message? Jill: Yes I did, and now it is time for you to get ready for school. Oh my gosh you are... Violet Nottingham: Yes, and here is you fat rat. And you, I expect to hear all about this Tricia Sparks next time I see you. Jill: Tricia Sparks is two years older than you. Patrick: She's hot.
Skeeter Bronson: What's on my head? Patrick: Bugsy. Skeeter Bronson: Why do you call him Bugsy? Patrick: Because of his eyes. Skeeter Bronson: Well let's see his eyes. [sees Bugsy's huge eyes and screams] Skeeter Bronson: Wow! Those eyes would be big on a cow!
Skeeter Bronson: You mind sleeping over? I'm gonna duck out a few hours. Mickey: Oh, yeah, yeah. Mmm. By the way, um... I am, uh, legally obliged to tell you that I suffer from... sleep panic disorder. Skeeter Bronson: OK, what's, uh, sleep panic disorder? Mickey: Believe me, you don't want to know.
Skeeter Bronson: I don't know but it's been said, Bugsy's eyes pop out of his head, march, march, march.
Tricia Sparks: Uh, Patrick, hi. I'm Trisha Sparks. I just wanted you to know that... thanks for saving the school. Skeeter Bronson: Western. Go western! Patrick: No thanks necessary, ma'am. Skeeter Bronson: That's my boy. That's my boy. Tricia Sparks: There must be some way for me to show my appreciation. Skeeter Bronson: Oh-ho-ho! Get it. [Trisha kisses Patrick] Skeeter Bronson: Ooh! Hoo-hoo-hoo!
Little Boy: What's in that bag? Skeeter Bronson: Chocolate Chip Cookie. Little Boy: [Grabs the bag] FOOD! [Runs off with kids following him]
Skeeter Bronson: *Mumbling* Mickey: Jumping up and down on the alligator.
Wendy: Don't talk to them about school. Skeeter Bronson: Why not? Wendy: They're closing it down. I'm getting laid off. Skeeter Bronson: No way! You? But you're like the classic school principle! I mean you're scary and bad with people...
Skeeter Bronson: [as cowboy speaking to chief] Mind showing me your finest horse? Chief Running Mouth: [Turns suddenly to Skeeter as Native American music plays] My ancestors believed horse spirit come down from mountain, during time of fire, wind. Many brave warrior walk trail of moon bear... Skeeter Bronson: Yeah I just wanna see the horse; I don't need all this.
Jill: I had to park all the way down the block. Skeeter Bronson: Oh well. Next time why don't you park in that box [Points to Jill's large gift] Skeeter Bronson: Plenty o' room in there.
Skeeter Bronson: Good thing my wallet only had three dollars in it. And my Derek Jeter baseball card!
Bobbi: We thought you were supposed to be the good guy. Skeeter Bronson: So did I.
Skeeter Bronson: What the heck did you do that for? Angry Dwarf: Because I'm angry.
[as she watches Skeeter and Barry Nottingham hug] Donna Hynde: That is so sweet... and creepy.
Wendy: Hey, isn't she a little old for you? Patrick: She's hot.
Skeeter Bronson: [looking over the kids' storybooks] What do ya got here, anyways? "Rainbow Alligator Saves the Wetlands"? Uh, no. "The Organic Squirrel Gets a Bike Helmet"? I'm not reading these Communist books to you guys! Don't you got any *real* stories?
Mickey: I can't read. [Buggsy laughingly squeaks at him] Mickey: Shut up, Buggsy. Yeah? I got opposable thumbs. How do you feel about that? [Buggsy stops]
Skeeter Bronson: His name was Mr. Underappreciated. Patrick: What is underdemeciated? Skeeter Bronson: What? Patrick: Underdemeciated? Skeeter Bronson: That's right, I forgot, you're 6, well his name was Sir Fix-a-lot.
Skeeter Bronson: [to his sister] I don't know anything about plants except that *you* make cakes out of them!
Skeeter Bronson: So Sir Fix-a-lot moved into a giant shoe [shows Sir Fix-a-lot living in a giant Chuck Taylor shoe] Skeeter Bronson: developed a case of athlete's face, threw himself in the moat and fed himself to the crocodiles. [as Sir Fix-a-lot, grumbling] Skeeter Bronson: Oh what the heck? [jumps in] Skeeter Bronson: The end.
Skeeter Bronson: Happy birthday, Bobbi! [Hands her bags] Skeeter Bronson: Picked this up at the hotel. [leaves] Bobbi: [pulling items out of the bag] Shampoo? Soap? Patrick: [pulling items out of the bag] A hanger and a towel?
Barry Nottingham: Do you realize germs can reproduce 80 percent faster in bright light? Skeeter Bronson: Oh, OK. Here we go, nice and dark again. [Skeeter turns the lights off] Skeeter Bronson: The germs are confused.
Young Wendy: Way too hyper. Young Skeeter: The galaxy's not big enough for the both of us.
Skeeter Bronson: Haven't you heard? Goofy is the new handsome.
Skeeter Bronson: [during the gumball shower] This... is... spooky.
Skeeter Bronson: Happy birthday there, Bobbi. Patrick: I'm Patrick. She's Bobbi. Skeeter Bronson: Oh, my bad. Got you a little something. Happy birthday, Bobbi. Here you go. Picked it up at the hotel.