Quotable Quotes ~ 110: The Wrong Man
|Chuck: Man, you tricked me.
You promised me a pancake breakfast.
Gary: Look, just keep your pants on. I got one more errand to run.
Chuck: Oh, you and your errands. All right, just so you know, I want an apple pancake and real pork sausage. And I dont wanna hear any crap about that talking pig.
Gary: Fine. I just dont see how you can eat sausage after seeing that movie, thats all.
Chuck: How? I *hate* that stupid pig. I sat in that movie, and for 93 minutes all I could think about were sausage links and pork rinds.
|Gary: So who the hell *is*
Marissa: I thought it didnt matter. I thought you were bigger than that.
Chuck: Are you kidding? *No* man is that big.
Marissa: Are you all right?
Chuck: Yeah! Hes great. Hes never been better. Another man is marrying his wife.
Gary: Im fine.
Chuck: Probably wants to kill himself.
Gary: I just wanna know who *he* is.
Marissa: You know, Marcias right. It doesnt matter. What matters is that now he can move on.
Chuck: Move on?
Chuck: Gary does not know who this guy is. For all *he* knows, she could be marrying the *most* successful, *best* looking guy in the city, with the *biggest*...
Chuck: Boat. The biggest boat. A yacht, on Lake Michigan.
Marissa: It takes time, but hell get over it.
Gary: The truth is...
Chuck: Not if its a Kennedy. Hed never get over it if it was a Kennedy. I know *I* wouldnt.
Marissa: This is *exactly* what he needs. Closure.
Chuck: Wrong. What he needs is a martini and a date....with a supermodel.
Marissa: Oh, great. Thats your answer to everything.
Chuck: Ask him yourself. Gar - closure? or a supermodel? Ill bet you two to one.
Gary: *Guys!* Thank you very much for all your input, but Im fine. Im over it. Im good. And I dont wanna talk about it anymore.
Chuck: Touchy. Hes *very* touchy.
Marissa: *Very* touchy.
|Gary: Pritchard? After
everything... Do you even know him?
Marcia: No, Gary. No, I just opened up the yellow pages, closed my eyes and picked a name.
Gary: Oh, well, that would make a *lot* more sense.
|Marissa: You really broke
Chuck: And a concussion. Tell her about the concussion.
Gary: It was an *accident.*
Chuck: Are you sure?
Gary: What do you mean, am I sure? What, do you think I aimed at him? I didnt even *see* his fat face. [Weasley] whiny voice, yapping behind me - Yeah, Marcia this, Marcia that, Condo on the lake. What, you dont believe me?
Chuck: Come on, Gary, havent you ever read Freud? There *are* no accidents. This was no game of squash. This was a textbook Reverse Oedipal Triangle.
Marissa: Here we go.
Chuck: Two father figures, in an enclosed space, fighting for the favors of the same woman, using *rackets.* Come on, people. The symbolism is all here.
Gary: Oh yeah? Well, Chuck, sometimes a rackets just a racket.
Chuck: Sometimes, yes. This time? No. I dont think so.
Gary: Marcias gonna kill me.
Chuck: Tell her it was an accident.
Gary: It *was* an accident!
Chuck: Yes. Now, if you tell her like *that,* with that kind of conviction, *then,* then she might believe you.
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