Ri¢hie Ri¢h (1994)
Macaulay Culkin: Richie Rich
[Cadbury has just made a break from jail, and is reunited with Richie]
Richie Rich : Cadbury?
Herbert Cadbury : Richie! Oh, thank God, I've been worried sick...!
[they hug each other]
Herbert Cadbury : I do beg your pardon, sir. All that emotion. Quite out of order. Got caught up in the moment.
Richie Rich : Cadbury?
Herbert Cadbury : Yes, sir?
Richie Rich : Shut up!
Herbert Cadbury : Thank you, sir.
Professor Keenbean : [spraying his latest invention on a test dummy] Now, THIS makes any fabric instantly impervious. Dirt proof, stain proof, water proof, and...
[calls out assistant with a gun]
Professor Keenbean : Sherman!
[Sherman nods, as they go behind the glass wall behind, Sherman fires at the dummy who remains unharmed. As they reenter, Keenbean picks out a bullet that is still hot]
Professor Keenbean : Ouch! And bullet proof! It's still not perfected yet! It's hell on the dry-cleaning bill.
Richie Rich : No kidding.
Gloria : [Richie is hiding out at Gloria's apartment] I like this "street" look on you, Richie. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were almost normal.
Richie Rich : Thanks, I think.
Gloria : No, seriously. I used to think you were just some spoiled rich kid. But now, you're not so bad.
Richie Rich : Yeah, likewise.
[Richie wants to play baseball with Gloria's sandlot-team]
Richie Rich : Come on. Let me hit.
Gloria : Forget it; you probably couldn't even hit a BEACH BALL!
Richie Rich : I could hit it off of YOU.
Gloria : [insulted] All right - You think you're so hot? Put your money where your mouth is!
Richie Rich : You mean bet?
Tony : Yeah. $5 says she could put you away for keeps.
Gloria : $5? How about $10?
Richie Rich : Okay - Seems a little steep, but $10 thousand it is.
[He whips it out, and they all freak out]
Gloria : No, not $10 thousand. $10 dollars.
Richie Rich : Oh, $10 dollars. Okay.
Herbert Cadbury : Master Richie, I do think it unseemly in the extreme for you to take these - children's money.
Gloria : What are you doing, Mr. Fancy Pants? Asking the old guy for batting tips?
Herbert Cadbury : [insulted] Take their backsides to the cleaners, Master Richie.
Herbert Cadbury : Come along sir, you mustn't keep your personal trainer waiting.
Richie Rich : [getting out of bed] Tell Arnold I really don't feel like excercising today.
[Cadbury clears his throat, and in walks in Claudia Schiffer. Richie's mouth drops open]
Aerobics Instructor : I hope you don't mind, but Arnold cancelled. So I'll be filling in. My name is Claudia.
Richie Rich : Yikes!
[Wiggles his eyebrows. They start doing some basic excercises, and Richie and Cadbury are watching her]
Richie Rich : Cadbury, about Arnold...
Herbert Cadbury : Arnold's history, sir.
Aerobics Instructor : [She bends over, and the two men are mesmorized] All the way back down, stretch and back up.
[Richie and his private-schoolmates are on break from their fencing class]
Reynolds : Capital appreciation is all well and good, but not without a sound growth strategy.
Ellsworth : Well, I've only got one word to say to you: pork bellies.
Richie Rich : ...I'm wondering if you guys can come over this weekend and hang out with me. Like normal kids do.
Reynolds : *Normal* kids? You're really acting weird, Richie. Anyway, no can do. I promised my dad I'd go with him for a hostile takeover in Tokyo.
Richie Rich : Et tu, Ellsworth?
Ellsworth : [shrugs] Trustees' meeting. Sorry.
Herbert Cadbury : ...Sir, your Latin tutorial has been moved back an hour; that gives you time for a spot of polo. Then on to your tax-law seminar. Oh, and this coming weekend, big treat: You and your parents are flying to London to take tea with Her Majesty... Is something amiss, sir?
Richie Rich : [unhappy] First, my friends are too busy to hang out with me... And now, *I'M* too busy to hang out with me.
Richie Rich : [looking up somewhat uncertainly at the enormous tall Rich Industries office building towering up in front of him] I'm not sure if I can go through with this, Cadbury.
Herbert Cadbury : Just remember these words, Master Richie - - "You have the power of your father inside you."
Richie Rich : You mean, like, "Trust the force, Luke"?
Herbert Cadbury : [maintaining his debonair composure even though he is a bit dismayed to have his elegantly-worded example "degraded" by having it merely compared to a quote in a science fiction movie] "Pree-cisely, sir!"
Nash : [into walkie-talkie, with mouth full] This is Nash.
Zullo : Nash, I didn't hear that. Come back with that.
Nash : This is Nash.
Richie Rich : [into walkie talkie] Fire two!
[Cadbury launches a second sack of manure]
Nash : [mouth full] Somebody throwing SHIII-!
[the sack knocks him out]
Richie Rich : YES!
Richie Rich : [on Rich Industries' venture into the candy bar-business] We simply cannot let our competition be nuttier than we are.
Richie Rich : [seeing his gentle dignified friend clad in the would-be hitman's hideous punk-biker's costume of glossy black fabric imprinted with hundreds of tiny white human skulls] You know, Cadbury, that get-up really doesn't go with your personality.
Herbert Cadbury : Yeah, I know. I was lucky to be able to hold onto my own underwear.
Diane Pazinski : [seeing Cadbury disguised as the hoodlum] Whoa, look who's slummin'!