Here are the Quotes that are 6 pages on my Microsoft word. Could you give me some more and if there are some wrong ones, could you help me fix them?

Andy: Merry Christmas!!
Tootie: Do you know what day it is?
Jo: Ya, it’s the day I lost all feeling in my neck (looks at Andy), who are you?
Andy: Ho, ho, ho!
Jo: Awww, that’s sweet, Go ‘way!

Blair: She must think we’re into nostalgia, she’s still wearing flared jeans!
Jo: Uh, in a minute you’re gonna be wearin’ flared teeth!

Jo: It was like Saturday Night Fever, only it was a Friday.

Jo: We’ll sneak out tonight after dinner, ok?
Blair: ok.
Tootie: Ya, we’ll be ready.
Blair: We? Would you like to explain that?
Tootie: Sure. See, we is the first person plural pronoun. Me and Nat are we, and we are going with you.

Blair: Jo, you’ve got some power, but you’re not wearing it right. You don’t want to just throw it on like a motorcycle jacket, you wanna slip into it, like a negligee.
Jo: I’m not doin’ anything weird!


Jo: I hate it when you do that!
Blair: Do what?!
Jo: sigh!
Blair: I don’t sigh!
Jo: Well if it wasn’t a sigh, then you’ve got a slow leak!
Blair: (sighs)
Jo: Ya did it again!
Blair: It’s called breathing!
Jo: You do it just to annoy me!
Blair: No, I do it to keep from dying!
Jo: Now there’s an idea!

Jo: Blair, do you know what this means?! I never have to hear you breath again!
Blair: And I never have to look at your ugly face again!

Blair: The school board was leaning toward rust carpet. Rust carpet against mauve walls. Can you imagine?
Jo: Oh my Lord, no!

Jo: I was thinking of doing something different with my hair.
Blair: Like washing it?
Jo: No, I wanted to get that brainless look you have!

Jo: So, things change. You’re born, you move on, you die, that’s life.

Jo: A day with Blair is like walking up to San Juan Hill. Every time you turn around she’s yelling, “CHARGE”!

Jo: What’s that disgusting smell? Why, Blair, it’s you!

Blair: What were you doing at the library? Reading Dumbo?
Jo: I don’t have to read Dumbo. I bunk next to her.

Blair: A Warner is like a delicate soufflé.
Jo: Ya, light and empty.

Tootie: We’ll make grass out of spinach pasta.
Blair: And I’ll be the Queen of the float!
Jo: All right, and we’ll make you out of sour dough!

Jo: You can take the girl out of the Bronx, but you can’t take the Bronx out of the girl.

Jo: (talking to Nat) You’re so stupid, you couldn’t spell I.Q. (turns to Blair) And you’re so spoiled that if you were milk, the date on the carton would be B.C.
Blair: Turn Blue!

Jo: Here’s to all who wish me well, all the rest can go to… Jersey.

Jo: It’s not that kind of party, kid.
Tootie: (gasps) You’ve got beer!
Nat: And wine!
Blair: Thanks, Natalie.

Blair: We’re responsible for the wine.
Jo: And the beer.
Mrs. G: How’d you get beer?
Jo: I got beer.

Tootie: Can we sing?
Jo: Sing?
Tootie: That’s what I do when I’m scared, what do you do?
Jo: Slap people.
Jo: I thought you like me in that way that you like somebody when you like them in that way.

Jo: I don’t think I can get this stuff down. I’ll get some beer.
Nat: How will you get beer?
Jo: I’ll get some beer.

Blair: When I was little, I used to be afraid of the boogie man and my daddy would say, “Don’t worry, hunny, we own the boogie man”.

Blair: She hates it when I breath!
Jo: That sound makes me crazy! If you were my bike, I’d give you a lube job!

Margo: I’m on a diet. I’ll just have one roll.
Jo: I’ve seen you in gym clothes. You’ve got a lot more than one roll!

Blair: Look, I know a phony when I see one.
Jo: You should. You spend enough time looking in the mirror.

Steve: Start from the beginning. Tell me everything.
Jo: Ok, I have a problem. Her name is Blair. We had a fight, I hate her guts, what do I do?

Blair: Don’t hurt my baby palm!
Nat: Who cares about your baby palm!
Jo: Woah, Nat, cool it! Nice girls don’t throw trees!

Blair: What’s your opinion on school, Alex?
Alex: I’m just one of your average Little House on the Prairie school kids…except I don’t carry one of those little buckets around.

Jo: Ok, now we have the introduction live from Langley College.
Blair: And I give them my amused look.
Jo: Right. Then we go into your top news stories.
Blair: That’s the concerned look.
Jo: Then we do our interview.
Blair: The interested look.
Jo: And we wind up with the editorial.
Blair: (makes sour face)
Jo: Brings us to your stupid look.


Blair: You don’t see me getting all upset when people tell me how gorgeous I am.

Blair: Oh, I love that song! (sings My Boyfriends Back)
Jo: Blair, if you love that song, why are you doing that to it?
Blair: Doing what?
Jo: Singing it like Julie Andrews!

Blair: It’s still on display. Hopefully providing and uplifting experience for all.
Jo: Uplifting experience? What is it, a painting or a bra?
Natalie: (laughs) Maybe it’s a painting of a bra.

Blair: I used to get excited about those little awards but as I grow older, I grow wiser.
Jo: I grow sicker.

Blair: I’m never gonna get through all this. Why do I always wait ‘till the last minute…let’s play cards.
Jo: Will you stop wasting time?

Jo: Did you ever notice how Eastland pillows smell?

Blair: Jo, can I borrow your highlighter?
Jo: I lost it.
Blair: Oh, I see. I lost your book and this is your childish way of getting back at me.
Jo: ‘Till I think of something better, ya.

Mrs. G: You know what my roommates and I used to do to let off steam? Have a big pillow fight.
Blair: A pillow fight? You didn’t by any chance room with the Brady Bunch.

Blair: And you can get used to anything!
Jo: Ya??
Blair: You got used to me, didn’t you?
Jo: Well…

Blair: Would you look at what this tension has done to me? I have a zit the size of Montecallo!

Blair: I just had another one of my brilliant ideas!

Jo: Blow it out your guchi bag!

Blair: your are what you are, and if that isn’t good enough they can just…
Jo: Blow it out their crankcase?

Blair: I have 30 minutes left of curl and then it’s limp zucchini.

Jo: This is a day that we all live in infamy.
Blair: That was Pearl Harbor.
Jo: Then what’s it doin’ in my speech?!

Blair: We worked at Edna’s Edibles. The finest store in all the land.
Jo: Blair, you’re talking like a leprechaun.

Jo: Ferra, you’re melting my toothbrush!

Tootie: We are in trouble…

Jo: You go to sleep, you have a mother. You wake up, and you’re on your own.

Jo: I’m not lettin’ anyone ride my bike. (Hears motor) That’s my bike!
Mrs. G: How can you tell?
Jo: A mother knows.

Blair: Little words for little minds…
Jo: Who’s mind are you callin’ little, muffin head?

Tootie: I was just born a few years too early.
Andy: Great, I fall for a girl with bad timing.

Jo: If he keeps up that heel clicking, my fillings are gonna fall out!

Jo: A library is like a church. You’re supposed to be peaceful and QUIET!!!
Blair: Shhhh…
Jo: Take a hike!

Blair: You’ve been to Buck, Buck, Buck…
Jo: I think she’s gonna lay an egg.

Interviewer: Tell me, how are you different from when you went to Eastland?
Jo: Oh, I’m much cuter now. (Laughs)

Blair: I didn’t even get to see my whole life pass before my eyes.
Jo: Well that would have killed you for sure!

Rick: Not only that but the 4th word is the opposite of you…
Blair: ME!
Jo: Her favorite word!

Blair: Like… Jo snores.
Jo: I do not!
Blair: Oh, come on! Some nights you sound like Smokey the Bear!
Jo: Oh, oh ya! And what about you twirlin’ your hair when you read? She can sit for hours twirlin’ away…

Jo: My head hurts a little.
Nat: A concussion!
Charlie: The doctor examined her head and found nothing.
Blair: Not even a lil bit of straw.

Allison: I got Goosebumps driving through the Eastland Gates.
Jo: I just get a rash.

Jo: Things are not going well here. They’re dragging your name through the mud. I think I’m gonna have to hit somebody.
Nat: Who asked you to defend my honor?
Jo: I think I’m gonna have to hit you!

Blair: We’ll talk about appointment calendar things. These are numbers, this is a one, can you say one?
Baily: One.
Blair: My, this is fun. This is a two, can you say two?
Baily: Two.
Blair: And this is a… oh no.
Jo: Well, looks like you’re on your own now, Baily. That’s as high as she can go.

Blair: Old thunder thighs is hanging up her spikes.
Sue Ann: And you gave me and idea right where I can stick ‘em.

Beverly Ann: What’s your name?
Girl: Que?
Beverly Ann: Kay? What’s your last name?
Girl: Como?
Beverly Ann: Oh, Kay Como, what a nice name!

Blair: Aunt Natalie, tell Baily how we are doing today.
Nat: We are suicidal!

Baily: They losted me!

Jo: Ahhh, BOOZE!
Blair: Booze? You Heathen! This is Puweefwize!
Jo: Gazuntite.

Mrs. G: You Girls got any ideas?
Blair: Not Moah! Jo?
Jo: Me? Uh… no. I haven’t had an idea since ’79.

Blair: They do it for the money. I do it ‘cause it’s fun! (Laughs)

Pete: I had a pony name a Blair. Well she was the prettiest little horse that you ever did see.
Blair: Well, thank you!
Pete: I cried for days when my daddy had her shot for glue!

Jo: You’re Japanese! How could you do that to a Kawasaki?!

Blair: Are you kidding? Here she’s known as speak up America!

Jo: There was a squirrel in the road!
Blair: Very convenient, wouldn’t you say?
Jo: Oh, ya Blair. We planned it that way, me and the squirrel. It took weeks to figure out the timing.

Blair: Don’t you have to be in park to start the car?
Jo: …oops.

Blair: If I don’t spend money soon, I gonna pull my hair out!
Jo: Good, we’ll finally get to see what color the roots are!

Tootie: It’s your wine.
Jo: Well, we didn’t pour it down your throat!

Blair: Blow it out your track shoes.

Blair: Oh my word…
Jo: What!
Blair: I don’t believe it…
Nat: What!
Blair: There’s a hair in my menu…
Jo: (Blows it) Not anymore!







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Jo: Do you know what this means? I never have to hear you breath again!
Blair:And I never have to look at your ugly face again!

Blair:We worked at Edna's Edibles, the finest store in all the land.
Jo:Blair, you're talking like a leprechaun.

Jo:Ferra, you're melting my toothbrush!