Harriet the Spy Quotes
Ole Golly: [as she and George ride together on the bike, Harriet is asleep in the basket] You okay?
George Waldenstein: Yeah. [strokes Harriet's hair]
George Waldenstein: [they arrive at the Welsch house, Harriet wakes up]
Harriet M. Welsch: [drowsy] Hey. How come all the lights are on?
Mrs. Welsch: [emerging from the house, Mr.Welsch is right behind her] Where is my child?
Harriet M. Welsch: Uh-oh.
Mrs. Welsch: Harriet? Harriet, what are you doing in that contraption? Come in here at once. [Mr.Welsch quickly carries Harriet off]
Mrs. Welsch: Miss Golly what are you doing with my child, at this hour, without my consent? [refering to George]
Mrs. Welsch: Who is that?
George Waldenstein: My name is...
Mrs. Welsch: Shut up!
Ole Golly: I'm sorry. We only went to dinner and then a movie.
Mrs. Welsch: Harriet is not your daughter, Miss Golly. She is mine, and you have no idea, none, what it is like to come home and find your child is missing.
Ole Golly: We had no idea that you'd be home this soon.
Mrs. Welsch: I don't care. I don't what you did or where you went or why. All I know is this can never happen again... Miss Golly... You are fired!
Harriet M. Welsch: What? No! [Mr.Welsch sets her down and goes to his wife]
George Waldenstein: Just a moment. This is my fault. Please.
Mr. Welsch: Well, it seems awful sudden.
Ole Golly: Actually... maybe it's not. I think you're right, Mrs.Welsch. It is time for me to go.
George Waldenstein: Yeah. [strokes Harriet's hair]
George Waldenstein: [they arrive at the Welsch house, Harriet wakes up]
Harriet M. Welsch: [drowsy] Hey. How come all the lights are on?
Mrs. Welsch: [emerging from the house, Mr.Welsch is right behind her] Where is my child?
Harriet M. Welsch: Uh-oh.
Mrs. Welsch: Harriet? Harriet, what are you doing in that contraption? Come in here at once. [Mr.Welsch quickly carries Harriet off]
Mrs. Welsch: Miss Golly what are you doing with my child, at this hour, without my consent? [refering to George]
Mrs. Welsch: Who is that?
George Waldenstein: My name is...
Mrs. Welsch: Shut up!
Ole Golly: I'm sorry. We only went to dinner and then a movie.
Mrs. Welsch: Harriet is not your daughter, Miss Golly. She is mine, and you have no idea, none, what it is like to come home and find your child is missing.
Ole Golly: We had no idea that you'd be home this soon.
Mrs. Welsch: I don't care. I don't what you did or where you went or why. All I know is this can never happen again... Miss Golly... You are fired!
Harriet M. Welsch: What? No! [Mr.Welsch sets her down and goes to his wife]
George Waldenstein: Just a moment. This is my fault. Please.
Mr. Welsch: Well, it seems awful sudden.
Ole Golly: Actually... maybe it's not. I think you're right, Mrs.Welsch. It is time for me to go.
Movie: Harriet the Spy
Sport's Dad: [over ecstatic] Will you take a look at this. Huh? Huh? What do you think of your old man now, Sport? 500 smackaroos! No more paying with change. No more, no more spaghetti. Going to feel like steak. And you know those fancy basketball sneakers with the, with the buckles and the Velcro and the crap all over them? Their yours, buddy boy, all yours! [his phone rings, he answers it]
Sport's Dad: Hello? Murray. Hey, hey I take it all back. All agents aren't useless. Oh, I'm kidding you, I'm kidding you, man. You know I was always in your corner. Oh, yeah, I knew you'd come through. Well, Sport and I are going to do a little celebrating today...
Sport: [knock at the door, Sport answers. It's Harriet]
Harriet M. Welsch: Hey.
Sport: Hey.
Harriet M. Welsch: Sold his book?
Sport: Got a real job.
Sport's Dad: [notices Harriet] Hey, Harriet, you hear the good news?
Harriet M. Welsch: [smiling] You're a writer. So how's it feel?
Sport's Dad: Oh, big slice off heaven, side order of fries. Say, you hungry? I feel like going to the fanciest, schmaniest restaurant in town. We'll abuse the waiter. Who's with me? Harriet?
Sport: She can't come.
Sport's Dad: What do you mean she can't come? You haven't even asked her.
Sport: [firmly] I said she can't come. [to Harriet]
Sport: You can't be my friend if you're not my friend. [he closes the door on Harriet]
Harriet M. Welsch: [from the other side of the door, crying] [whispers]
Harriet M. Welsch: I'm sorry, Sport. I'm sorry.
Sport's Dad: Hello? Murray. Hey, hey I take it all back. All agents aren't useless. Oh, I'm kidding you, I'm kidding you, man. You know I was always in your corner. Oh, yeah, I knew you'd come through. Well, Sport and I are going to do a little celebrating today...
Sport: [knock at the door, Sport answers. It's Harriet]
Harriet M. Welsch: Hey.
Sport: Hey.
Harriet M. Welsch: Sold his book?
Sport: Got a real job.
Sport's Dad: [notices Harriet] Hey, Harriet, you hear the good news?
Harriet M. Welsch: [smiling] You're a writer. So how's it feel?
Sport's Dad: Oh, big slice off heaven, side order of fries. Say, you hungry? I feel like going to the fanciest, schmaniest restaurant in town. We'll abuse the waiter. Who's with me? Harriet?
Sport: She can't come.
Sport's Dad: What do you mean she can't come? You haven't even asked her.
Sport: [firmly] I said she can't come. [to Harriet]
Sport: You can't be my friend if you're not my friend. [he closes the door on Harriet]
Harriet M. Welsch: [from the other side of the door, crying] [whispers]
Harriet M. Welsch: I'm sorry, Sport. I'm sorry.
Movie: Harriet the Spy