Dionne: Hello? There was a stop sign back there.
Cher: I totally paused.
Category: Clueless
Clueless is a 1995 American comedy film loosely based on Jane Austen's 1815 novel Emma. It stars Alicia Silverstone (in the lead role), Stacey Dash, Paul Rudd, and Brittany Murphy.
I want to do something for humanity.
Cher: I want to do something for humanity.
Josh: How about sterilization?
Josh: Hey, James Bond, in America we drive on the right side of the road.
Cher: I am. You try driving in platforms.
Mel: What the hell is that?
Cher: A dress.
Mel: Says who?
Cher: Calvin Klein.
Cher: Searching for a boy in high school is like searching for meaning in a Pauly Shore movie.
Mel: Anything happens to my daughter, I got a .45 and a shovel, I doubt anybody would miss you.
Cher: D, would you call me selfish?
Dionne: No, not to your face.
The ticket is the first notice!
Cher: This is a second notice for outstanding parking tickets. I don’t remember getting a first notice.
Mel: The ticket is the first notice!
Cher: If it’s a concussion, you have to keep her conscious, okay? Ask her questions.
Elton: What’s seven times seven?
Cher: Stuff she knows!
Your friend Christian is a cakeboy!
Murray: Your friend Christian is a cakeboy!
Cher: A what?
Murray: He’s a disco-dancin’, Oscar Wilde readin’, Streisand ticket holdin’ friend of Dorothy. You know what I’m saying.
Cher: Nu-uh. No way.
Murray: He’s gay!
Dionne: He does like to shop Cher, and the boy can dress.
Tai: What am I listening to you for anyway? You’re a virgin who can’t drive.
Josh: You know, if I ever saw you do something that wasn’t ninety percent selfish, I’d die of shock.
Cher: Oh, that’d be reason enough for me.
I had an overwhelming sense of ickiness.
Cher: I had an overwhelming sense of ickiness.
Cher: Hey, granola breath! You’ve got something on your chin.
Josh: I’m growing a goatee.
Cher: Hmmm. You don’t want to be the last one at the coffeehouse without chin pubes.
Cher: It’s like that book I read in the 9th grade that said “’tis a far far better thing doing stuff for other people.”
Cher: Believe it or not, the evil trolls in the Math department were actually married. Oohhh, Snickers! And in the grand tradition of PE teachers, Ms. Stoger seemed to be same-sex oriented.
Cher: So okay, I don’t want to be a traitor to my generation and all but I don’t get how guys dress today. I mean, come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair – ew – and cover it up with a backwards cap and we’re supposed to swoon? I don’t think so!
Lucy, you know I don’t speak Mexican!
Cher: Lucy, you know I don’t speak Mexican!
Lucy: I ah not a Mexican!
Mel: Don’t tell me those brain-dead lowlifes are calling me again.
Cher: They are your parents.
Mr. Hall: Could all conversation please come to a halt? And could the the suicide attempts wait until next period?
Cher: Isn’t my house classic? The columns date all the way back to 1972.
Cher, two tardies.
Mr. Hall: Cher, two tardies.
Cher: I object! Do you recall the dates of these alleged tardies?
Mr. Hall: One was last Monday.
Cher: Mr. Hall, I was surfing the crimson wave. I had to haul ass to the Ladies.
Cher: He does dress better than I do. What would I bring to the relationship?
Phat! Did you write that?
Dionne: Phat! Did you write that?
Cher: Duh, it’s like a famous quote.
Dionne: From where?
Cher: Cliff’s Notes.
Do you know what time it is?
Mel: Do you know what time it is?
Cher: A watch doesn’t really go with this outfit, daddy.