CHARACTERS YOU CAN FIND GAL GUY IN (in no particular order).
FRANK ABAGNALE (catch me if you can): Hey... You should fold it. […] Yeah, but there's no crease in the paper. When your mom hands you a note to miss school the first thing you do is you fold it and you put it in your pocket. I mean, if it's real, where's the crease?
ROBIN HOOD (robin hood 1973): Ah, stop worrying. This disguise will fool my own mother.
VIOLA (she’s the man): Mom, I will pick out my own dress. And no, I will not wear high heels. Because heels are a male invention designed to make women's butts look smaller... and to make it harder for them to run away.
PETER PAN (peter pan 1953): PETER: Tinker Bell! I hereby banish you forever. WENDY: Please, not forever. PETER: Well, for a week, then.
MULAN (mulan 1998): Look at me. I will never pass for a perfect bride or a perfect daughter. Can it be I'm not meant to play this part? […] Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me? Why is my reflection someone I don't know?
WILL SMITH (the fresh prince of bel-air): CARLTON: If it looks like a duck, sounds like a duck, and smells like a duck, what is it? WILL: Your prom date?
SPIDER-MAN (all canons): ‘Course, if I had pockets stuff would fall out every time I did this. Okay, so maybe I could have pockets with zippers. Maybe velcro. Yeah, that'd work. I'd be creeping up behind somebody and have to get something out. ‘ZZZZZZZZIP!' 'What's that smear on the wall, mommy?’ 'That used to be Spider-Man, honey.' 'What killed him?' 'A zipper. Some said velcro but the Daily Bugle said it was a zipper and I believe the Bugle.’ 'Wow, he must’ve been real stupid, huh?' 'Yes honey, he was'. And why the heck am I thinking about pockets, anyway? Because it's easier than thinking about my life lately? And why would that bother you, Peter? Oh, no reason! Everything's fine... Everything's just ducky! Except that whenever I'm really bugged about something and I really need to go punch a bad guy there's never a bad guy around. But whenever I'm in a really good mood—yeah, like that happens more than twice a year—there's always four or five bad guys. Or a Sinister Six. Or seven. Or nineteen waiting to bust my chops and ruin my day and—
MAURICE MOSS (it crowd): Four! I mean five! I mean fire!
MICHELLE MALLON (derry girls): Fuck-a-doodle this, fuck-a-doodle that.












