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.

Marvin: There they are, Crocket and Tubbs. What up, my men?
Murray: We have no money. Please go away.
Marvin: I'm not here for your money, Mur-Man. I'm just dropping by to see the fam.
Pops: He's right, Mur. Be nice to your brother. It's Thanksgiving.
Murray: It's the middle of May.
Pops: Oh. Then, yeah, he's here for cash.

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.