Lois Einhorn: You’ve done some fine detective work… ‘Ace’.
Ace Ventura: I’m sorry. Could you please speak in to my good ear? I thought I heard you call me Ace.
Melissa: You know, you’re just mad because your stupid little pebble theory didn’t work out and you don’t know how to express your anger.
Ace Ventura: Oh yeah? And you’re ugly
Ace Ventura: Good night, everybody. You’ve been a wonderful
audience, I’ll be here all week. Be sure to tip your waitress.
If I’m not back in five minutes… just wait longer. If I’m
not back in five minutes… just wait longer
Ace Ventura: Your request is not unlike your lower intestine, stinky and loaded with danger.
We’re gonna die! We’re gonna die! I’m gonna throw up, and then I’m gonna die! Mommy tell it to stop!
Oh. Bleeding hearts of the world unite.
Give me that! Dont you know youre not suppose to take things that don’t belong to you? Whats the matter with you, you some kind of wild animal? Huh?
And they’ll feast, feast, feast, feast. They’ll eat their Who-Pudding and rare Who-Roast Beast. But there’s something I just cannot stand in least… Oh no. I’m speaking in rhyme!
Hate, hate, hate. Hate, hate, hate. Double Hate. Loathe entirely!
How dare you enter the Grinch’s lair!? The insolence! The audacity! The unmitigated gall!
My report card always said, ‘Jim finishes first and then disrupts the other students’.
There is nothing like making love to somebody you give a shit about.
Until Ace Ventura, no actor had considered talking through his ass.
Your request is not unlike your lower intestine, stinky and loaded with danger.
Kiss me, my dear, and I will reveal my croissant. I will spread your pate. I will dip my ladle in your vichyssoise.
Hold me closer, Ed, it’s getting dark.
Tell Auntie Em to let Old Yeller out.