Momma:
You're my knight in shimmering armor. Did you know that?

Gilbert:
I think you mean shining.

Momma:
No shimmering. You shimmer, and you glow.

Tucker:
How's momma?

Gilbert:
She's fat.

Tucker:
Come on man. She's not all that big, Gilbert.

Gilbert:
What?

Tucker:
Listen, I saw a guy at the state fair that was... a little bit bigger.

Gilbert:
A little bit bigger?

Tucker:
Look, all I'm sayin is that she's not the biggest I ever seen, okay?

Gilbert:
Tucker, she's a whale!

Tucker:
Well take her out for a walk once and while.

Gilbert:
Take her out for a jog!

Arnie:
She's a whale! Tucker, she's a whale!

Arnie:
Mama, I want hot dogs. I want hot dogs, Mama.

Momma:
OK, Sunshine, you can have hot dogs.

Gilbert:
You know what? You're such a big boy.

Arnie:
Yeah!

Gilbert:
You're such a big boy.

Arnie:
I'm a big boy!

Gilbert:
You know what? I bet you could do this all by yourself if you really wanted to. Could you do this by yourself?

Arnie:
I'm a big boy!

Gilbert:
Yeah, you're a big boy. Now take this...

Arnie:
Take this.

Gilbert:
Wash everything, your towels are there.

Arnie:
Okay!

Gilbert:
And your robe is there.

Arnie:
Okay! The big boy is gonna wash himself!

Becky:
I love the sky. It's so limitless.

Gilbert:
It is big. It's very big.

Becky:
Big doesn't even sum it up, right? That word big is so small.

Arnie:
Match in the gas tank... boom boom! Boom boom!

Arnie:
I'm having a birthday party, but you're not invited, but you can come if you want.

Becky:
Tell me what you want as fast as it comes to you.

Gilbert:
I wanna be a good person.

Arnie Grape:
Good night to you but not me.

Gilbert:
God Arnie, you're getting so big. Pretty soon I ain't gonna be able to carry you no more.

Arnie Grape:
No, you're getting littler Gilbert. You're getting littler, you're shrinking! You're shrinking Gilbert, you're shrinking! Shrinking, shrinking, shrinking!

Arnie Grape:
I killed him Gilbert , I killed him!

Arnie Grape:
I could go at any time.

Gilbert:
Bobby, how's business?

Bobby:
Oh, not good... nobody's dying.

Gilbert:
I know a boy who's name is Arnie... he's uh... bout to turn 18 and have a big party.

Gilbert:
Why will I take care of it?

Arnie:
Gilbert...

Gilbert:
Hmm?

Arnie:
'Cause you're Gilbert.

Gilbert:
'Cause I'm Gilbert.

Gilbert:
You don't hurt Arnie, you just don't.

Gilbert:
I had a really good time tonight.

Becky:
I know.

Arnie:
Dad's dead! Dad's dead! Dad's dead! Dad's dead! Dad's dead! Dad's dead!