Marvin: Classic tale. There I was, minding my own business in this mystical shop on the outskirts of Chinatown, when, suddenly, this ancient man popped out and asked me if I wanted to buy this rare and exotic pet.
Beverly: Ooh. Like a sassy, colorful bird?
Marvin: Better. A Mogwai. And so, naturally, I handed him $6,000.
Pops: Are you nuts?
Marvin: That's not even the worst part. You see, these (as Gizmo) Mogwai (normal voice) are "super-high maintenance." You can't get them wet, no bright lights, and if you feed them after midnight, they become these bloodthirsty monsters!
Pops: Who would buy a pet like that? Who?
Murray: No one! That's who! It's from Gremlins.

Murray: Marvin, this isn't a get-rich-quick scheme. We sell furniture.
Marvin: Um, bean bag chairs are furniture. They're soft, colorful balls of furniture. How are you not getting this?
Murray: Damn it, Marvin. No person wants to sit on a sack of beans.
Marvin: Yes, they will. Just pull up a bag and sit on it!
Murray: I will never sit on a bag of beans.
Marvin: Sit on the beans.
Murray: I don't want to sit on the beans!
Marvin: No!
Murray: Come on!
Marvin: Try it!
Murray: Stop it! I don't want to try it!
Marvin: Ease on down to comfy town.
Murray: I don't want to! I just don't!
Marvin: Yes. Now let the tiny beans work their magic.
Murray: Damn it! I'm stuck! The more I push, the more I sink!

Adam: I've waited my whole life for this moment and it's finally here. I'm no longer your nerdy little brother. I'm your equal.
Barry: Just let me kick him!
Erica: Control your feet, Barry. He owns us.