The Little Rascals

Buckwheat:
[delivering Alfalfa's letter to Darla] Dear Darla, I hate your stinking guts. You make me vomit.

Alfalfa:
Then the clouds opened up and God said, "I hate you, Alfalfa!"

The Rascals:
[singing] We are he-man woman haters, We feed girls to alligators, Our clubhouse burned down mighty low, But we've got a plan to make some dough!

Buckwheat:
Quick, what's the number for 911?

Alfalfa:
Oh, then the clouds opened up and God said, "I hate you, Alfalfa!"

Woim:
Nice tan!

Butch:
Any last words?

Alfalfa:
Yeah, uh! See ya!

Darla:
Alfalfa, I've never seen the other side of you before!

Alfalfa:
Darla!

Alfalfa:
Why am I soaking wet?

Porky:
Don't worry, Alfalfa. I used to have the same problem.

The Rascals:
(laughing)

Spanky:
It's just a hole in the tent.

Mr. Welling:
If you were my kids, I'd punish you.

Stymie:
If we were YOUR kids, we'd punish ourselves!

Mr. Welling:
Leave the premises, post haste!

Spanky:
You can't treat people this way, Mister!

Mr. Welling:
You're not people, you're kids!

Waldo:
We just moved into town. My father bought the oil refinery.

Darla:
: That explains why you're so refined!

Alfalfa:
Yeah, and so oily!

Stymie:
Porky, you sure know how to make a sand-wich!

Porky:
That wasn't sand, that was kitty litter.

Buckwheat:
Don't worry, it's pretty fresh.

Buckwheat:
Hey, my mom's here!

Porky:
[sarcastically] Whoopi!

Stymie:
Wood doesn't grow on trees!

Stymie:
I… Stymie... Member in good standing of the He-Man Woman Haters Club... Do solemnly swear to be a he-man and hate women and not play with them or talk to them unless I have to. And especially: never fall in love. And if I do, may I die slowly and painfully and suffer for hours - or until I scream bloody murder.

Butch:
This will be like stealing candy from a Test run baby.

Woim:
The last time we stole candy from a Test run baby, we ended up with the crummy chicken pox.

Slim:
HEY!! That's an insult!

Woim:
It's not an insult, Slim, it's just a suggestion. Besides, if that Test run baby was a star of a real crummy Horror Movie, i'd believe it.

Butch:
' Grab his ears. (Slim grabs Woim's ear and Butch pulls Slim.) Come on!

Woim:
(Talking to Slim) Nothing beats a buck and a crummy duck.

Buckwheat:
Hey, Uh-huh. Does it stink in there?

Uh-huh:
Uh-huh!

Buckwheat:
We got a dollar, we got a dollar, we got a dollar. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Buckwheat:
We're going to the race. We're gonna win first place, and you have an ugly face!

A.J. Ferguson:
Is that a cowlick, or are you just happy to see me?

Stymie:
You only make a once in a lifetime, buddy. Once in a lifetime.

Uh-huh:
Actually, I've always had a rather extensive vocabulary, not to mention a phenomenal grasp of grammar and a superlative command of syntax. I simply chose not to employ them.

Petey:
(barking)

Everyone:
Oh tay!! (cheering)

Spanky:
Well, I guess things just have to change sometimes.