Home Alone

— No offense, but aren't you a little old to be afraid?
— You can be old for a lot of things. You're never too old to be afraid.

This is ridiculous. Only a wimp would be hiding under a bed. And I can't be a wimp. I'm the man of the house.

— Where'd he go?
— Maybe he committed suicide.

— Merry Christmas, little fella! We know that you're in there, and that you're all alone.
— Yeah, come on, kid. Open up. It's Santy Claus and his elf!
— We're not gonna hurt you!
— No, no. Got some nice presents for you!
— Be a good little fella now and open the door!

— I made ornaments out of fish hooks.
— My new fish hooks?
— I can't make them out of old ones with dry worm guts stuck on them.

There are 15 people, and only you have to make trouble. <...> You're the only one acting up.

— Who is it?
— It's me. Snakes. I got the stuff.
— Leave it on the doorstep and get the hell out of here.
— All right, Johnny, but what about my money?
— What money?
— A. C. Said you had some dough for me.
— Is that a fact? How much do I owe you?
— A. C. Said ten percent.
— Too bad A. C. Ain't in charge no more.
— What do you mean?
<...>
— I'll tell you what I'm gonna give you. I'm gonna give you to the count of ten to get your ugly, yellow no-good keister off my property, before I pump your gu
full of lead.
— All right, I'm sorry. I'm going.
— One, two... ten. Keep the change, you filthy animal.

— Marv?
— Harry?
— Why'd you take your shoes off?
— Why are you dressed like a chicken?