Mousehunt
1997
Ernie: I don't think we're dealing with an ordinary mouse.
Lars: I don't believe it. He snapped the trap, ate the olive and left the pit just to mock us! Ernie: I think you're giving him a little too much credit. Mice don't mock. They don't even have a sense of humor. He's not sitting in his little home in a smoking jacket by the fireplace saying "I left the pit!" The explanation is simple. The trap snapped itself, the olive flew off and he ate it. But now that he knows we're here, he won't come within a mile of us. As for me, I don't think we'll be seeing any more of that (sees mouse) Ernie: MOUSE!
Ernie: He's Hitler with a tail. He's "The Omen" with whiskers. Even Nostradamus didn't see him coming!
(Quoting his father) Lars: A world without string is chaos.
Ernie: We're looking for a cat. And preferably with a history of mental illness. I'm talkin' one mean pussy.
Ernie: (bowing to the Sheik at the auction) Hakuna Matata.
Ernie: No capers? But that's just grilled cheese. What's the point? Why don't they eat out of a trough! (addressing the clients of the diner) Which one of you palateless sheep sent my sandwich back?
Ernie: I'm gonna build an Olympic-sized swimming pool and fill it with pina coladas and a college sorority.
Ernie: Shh! He's goin' for the cherries! Lars: I thought you said mice like Gouda. Ernie: Not in the morning! Cheese tires them out. They need fruit for energy.
Caesar: I've activated the Squeak Seeker 2000.
Ernie: Just think of all the trouble we could have saved ourselves if we just threw fruit at him in the first place!
Alexander: There's a lot of Eurotrash out there scarfin' up the shrimps.
Ernie: (speaking in a fake French accent while serving the Mayor and his wife) Duck a l'Orange avec du quack sauce. And for ze Mayor, la specialty de la maison, Lobster Loaf a la Ernst ou la bibliotheque.
Ernie: (to Lars) Come on. You loved string! Lars: I didn't love string! Ernie: Well, you could have fooled me! You and Pop were always huddled together running some piece of something through your fingers. It didn't matter what I did. I didn't even exist! I made him my special rack of lamb for his 70th birthday. Lars: (sighing in resignation) Oh, no! Ernie: Yes! You remember. I slaved over that meal, making sure everything was perfect. Did he say, "Thanks, Ernie, it was delicious?" No. He only noticed the string I had tied it with.
Lawyer: (about their new house) It's interesting. it seems the previous owner was found locked in a trunk in the attic...
Lars: (as his wife is packing a suitcase) Please, April, don't go. Ernie: I'm not going anywhere. (frame cuts to Lars standing on the porch with the suitcase)
The Mayor's Wife: (after the mayor swallows a cockroach and passes out) Oh, no, not again!
Ernie: (Ernie is being bombarded by angry factory workers) Light a torch; they're frightened by fire!
Ernie: (Caesar is being carried out on a stretcher) Caeser! Are you all right? Try to think, did you catch that mouse? Caesar: What's that? Horse? *Fiendish*! I won't eat it! (he has lost his mind) Aaaagh! (he begins chattering like a mouse)