An Extremely Goofy Movie

Goofy:
The world will be your clam.

Max:
Oyster, Dad.

Goofy:
No thanks. I'm saving room for wienies.

Max:
Peej, isn't ten hot dogs enough?

Goofy:
Don't forget to have some milk with those donuts!

Bobby:
Free eats at the dorma. Pizza! Double cheesa!

Max:
Let's do it to it!

Max:
Gentlemen, welcome to the first day of the rest of our lives!

Bobby:
That's pretty deep. You get that line off a bumper sticker?

Max:
We'll dethrone you and your friends, Your Royal LOWNESS.

Tank:
Help me! Anyone! 911, baby.

Max:
Tank, talk to me!

Tank:
Dog boy, am I glad to see you, sweetheart.

Bobby:
Don't worry, bro! I'm a yellow belt!

Goofy:
I'm not gonna be at college to pick up after you.

Goofy:
In fact, it's gonna be a long time before you see your old man again. What, maybe Christmas?

Max:
Ah, Dad, it'll go by fast.

Max:
Not too fast, I hope.

Beret Girl in Cafe:
Max, Max, Max. Admit defeat, and defeat will surely admit you into permanent custody, my man.

Max:
[watching Goofy and Sylvia dance disco] If the Gammas don't keep my dad out of our hair, his new girlfriend will!

Max:
[pulls off Goofy's afro wig] Dad, you're scaring people. [throws the wig directly into the garbage can]

Max:
[To Goofy, who admitted he wanted to get closer to him at college] Don't you get it? I'm trying to get AWAY from you! I'm not a little kid anymore! Now just leave me alone, and GET YOUR OWN LIFE!!!

Bobby:
Do you ever wonder why we're always, like.... wearing gloves?

Beret Girl:
(To Bradley Uppercrust III) Well I'm dizzy right now from watching your downward spiral.

Beret Girl:
(Again, to Bradley) Oh, you slay me, tiger. You are the fly in my soup. You are the eyelash in my eye. You are so busy blowing out bad vibes in every direction that we are all choking on your second-hand smoke!

Beret Girl:
(as the Gammas leave) Now that's the first time I've seen the trash take itself out.

Beret Girl:
Max, Max, Max. Admit defeat, and defeat will surely admit you into permanent custody, my man.

P.J.:
[giving directions to the college] Okay dude, uh, south. No wait, that's uh... I dunno, man, do I look like Magellan?

Max:
P.J., you couldn't even spell Magellan.

P.J.:
Try hanging a Louie. Nononono, that's the other Louie.

Max:
Louie, Huey, Dewie, what are you talking about here?

Bobby:
[pointing to the map] Yo, it's right here; this way.

Max:
Yeah P.J., Bobby's right. Uh, hey, Bob, um... Who's driving?

Goofy:
[to Max] Hold it right there!

Max:
[sees Goofy and is stunned with anger] Dad? YOU AGAIN?!

Goofy:
[happily] Maxie! Thank goodness, I came back to see you!

Max:
[becomes enraged] I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO--

Goofy:
[interrupting him] Now listen, son. [angrily] My own life's OFF!!

Max:
[gasps in shock] Y-Y-You're own life's off?!?!

Goofy:
Of course!

Max:
Hold on! I'm a grown up, because you are my WORST nightmare!

Goofy:
Hmm. Nope! You are my son!

Max:
I'm not you're son!

Goofy:
[angrily] YOU ARE MY SON!!!!!

Max:
YOU'RE STILL NOT LEAVING ME ALONE ABOUT IT??? [he screams ferally and two of them start fighting]

Goofy's Boss:
Goofy! I warned you! You're... FIRED!!!!!!!

Max:
[happily, as he goes to sleep] Ah... finally... no more nightmares. And most of all, no 'Goofy's.

Max:
Gentlemen, I welcome you to the first day of the rest of our lives.

Bobby:
Wow. That's pretty deep. Did you get that off a bumper sticker?

Bobby:
[speaking with a phony French accent] Me and a little crumpet like yourself could make beautiful bongo music together.

Ava:
Whoa, easy boy. You're fogging up my karma.

Max:
Hey, you wanna sit with us?

Ava:
Sure. Your cool balances out [snaps fingers] his fool.

Bobby:
Okay, whatever...

P.J.:
It is endemic of the current culture that those with large stature are overlooked-except by vultures-with no regard to the depth of their souls, the height of their passion, the beauty of their moments.

Beret Girl:
Oh, wise Buddha boy. How could anyone overlook such a bundle of yes-ness? Let's dance. [yanks P.J. out onto the dance floor by the arm]

Max:
Okay, dad, come on! YOU WANT TO PIECE OF ME?! [Goofy punches him]

Goofy:
Oh, Sylvia, I... oh, if you'll let me I...

Sylvia:
Shh! No talking in the library.

Goofy:
Oh, gawrsh, Sylvia. I really care about you.

Sylvia:
Well gee. If a certain someone truly cared about another someone, you would think that the certain someone would show up for a certain special dinner, or at least apologize for not showing up, or even call or... something!

Goofy:
Oh, you're right. I'm so sorry. I let my head get so filled up with fiddle-faddle that I plumb lost track of everything that's important to me - countin' you. Can you ever forgive me?

Sylvia:
[After a moment] Oh, how can I not forgive you?

Max:
[angrily] DAD! Don't you understand? I AM A GROWN-UP!!

Goofy:
[stunned in anger] Maxie, what are you saying?!? You ARE my son!

Max:
Dad? What are you doing?

Goofy:
Something you've should done, Max! Because... you are my little baby.

Max:
HUH?!? [goes berserk] AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHH!!!!!!!!!!

Goofy:
I like you!

Max:
I hate you!

Goofy:
I LIKE YOU MORE!!

Max:
I HATE YOU MORE!!

Goofy:
I EVER LIKE YOU, MAXIE!!!

Max:
I A THOUSAND TIMES HATE YOU!!!!

Goofy:
LITTLE!!!!!!

Max:
BIG!!!!!!!!!

Goofy:
[failing the test] Wait a minute! I'm not finished! I've got--

Teacher:
IT'S ...over, Mr. Goof.

Bradley:
We'll win how we always win. And how's that, Gammas?

Tank:
Skill?

Gamma:
Eh, good looks?

Bradley:
No, you dense dopes. We cheat.

Gammas:
Cheat! Cheat! Cheat!

Tank:
Just like we did last time, sweetheart.

Bradley:
And that was a great cheat. But now...[sinister] I have a much better plan.

Goofy:
[quietly] I gotta warn Maxie!

Max:
Hey, Brad! What did you do with me?

Bradley:
He didn't make the cut. See, he was never Gamma material.

Referre:
False start! False start! Both teams back on point! Get back here!

Max:
Wait! Hold on! Bradley just blasted our third guy into the next state!

Bradley:
Why, that is absurb. I did nothing of the sort.

Max:
[groans] That's what my dad has been trying to tell me!

Tank:
Help! Bradley! Gammas, help me! Anyone! 9-1-1, baby!

Max:
[coughing] Tank, talk to me man!

Tank:
Over here, man! Dogboy! Am I glad to see you, sweetheart.

Goofy:
Max, where are you? Where are you, Max? Maxie! [slips on Max's skateboard]

Max:
Dad, help me lift this beam off of Tank! [Goofy gets up and starts to lift the beam up just as the burning debris is about to fall]

Tank:
Come on! We're about to be Baked Alaska. here!

Bradley:
Congratulations, Max. We still haven't forgotten our agreement.

Max:
The bet's off, Bradley. [points to Tank] But I think you owe him something.

Tank:
Brad. Hi. It's me, the guy you let down.

Bradley:
[nervously] Hey, Tank! Baby! Who loves ya, baby? Huh?

Tank:
[growls] You're goin' down like a four-set pair of socks.

Bradley:
You and me, baby! All the way!

Tank:
Oh, a vacancy at the Gamma house. Takin' applications.

Bradley:
Okay, okay! Let go of me, you big, fat jerk!

Tank:
Time to get on the last jet...[fires Bradley towards the sky]...to nowhere!

Goofy:
But... this is yours.

Max:
No, Dad. It's for you. Read the back.

Goofy:
[reading the back of the trophy] "I might not be your little boy anymore, but I'll always be your son."

Max:
Do you realize going off to college means no more well meaning, but totally smothering, overprotective, doting, a-hyuck-ing dads?

P.J.:
Yeah, well... yours, at least. My dad's been counting down the days until he can turn my room into a bowling alley

Goofy:
Gawrsh, Pete. One day, you're changing their diapers, and the next thing you know... they're all grown up and leaving for college.

Pete:
Well, Goof, the way I see it, it's my last day of babysittin' and I'm a free man! Oh, yeah! [laughing] Free, free, free I tell ya! [laughing] Come on, son! I can't miss ya if you don't leave! [laughing harder]

Max:
If I can't even beat my father, who is probably the most athletically challenged man in the universe, how can you expect me to beat the other competitors? We're starting in last place because of me!

Bobby:
That never stopped us before! You want to give that Gamma geek Bradley the satisfaction of knowing he forced us out?

Max:
Well... no.

Bobby:
You want to let the crowd who once cheered for you cheer for someone else? Especially when that someone else is your old man?!

Max:
No!

Bobby:
Are you gonna be someone else's towel boy?!

Max:
NO!

Beret Girl:
[after Max, P.J. and Bobby leave excitedly] Boys... will be boys.

Pete:
Oh, look, Goof, it's no big deal. All that book learning doesn't prepare you for doodly-squat. It's useless in the real world. Ha! All them square roots, and circumnavigating and circumference and... bah! It's all "garbology." Lookie here. If you know that four quarters adds up to a simoleon, you'll survive.

Bradley:
We'll win how we always win. And how's that, Gammas?

Tank:
Skill?

Gamma:
Eh, good looks?

Bradley:
No, you dense dolts. We cheat.

[Goofy is shocked]

Gammas:
CHEAT! CHEAT! CHEAT!

Tank:
Just like we did last time, sweetheart.

Bradley:
And that was a great cheat. But now...[sinister] I have a much better plan.

Goofy:
[quietly] I gotta warn Maxie!

Tank:
That's some kid you got there.

Goofy:
[smiling] You're wrong, Tank. He's not a kid anymore.

Max:
Hi, dad.

Goofy:
Maxie.

Goofy's Boss:
Mr. Goof! And assembly aline for a assembling! Stop daydreaming, and get back to work, or else!?

Goofy:
Oh, oh.