The Rugrats Movie (1998)
Melanie Chartoff: Didi Pickles, Minka
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Quotes
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Didi Pickles : [the babies are missing; Didi is distraught at Stu] I can't believe you left them with your father. The man slept through Pearl Harbor for heaven's sake!
Grandpa Lou : [indignant] I sounded the alarm as soon as I could!
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Minka : [after seeing the "Underwater Conversion Room"] She's havink a BABY, not a gefilte fish!
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Charlotte Pickles : [pats Didi's belly with her phone] How's our little man?
Didi Pickles : [rubs her belly] I told you, Charlotte, Dr. Lipschitz says it's a girl.
Betty Deville : Ha! That windbag thought Phil and Lil were intestinal gas!
Aunt Miriam : Face it, Dolly. Ridin' high it's a guy!
Charlotte Pickles : Well, you know what they say: "Born under Venus, look for a--"
[her phone rings]
Charlotte Pickles : Hello?
[walks away]
Didi Pickles : Now, now, Dr. Lipschitz is the expert. I don't see any of *you* with a PhD in Latin.
Betty Deville : Yeah. *Pig* Latin, maybe. Well, let's just hope for Tommy's sake it's a girl. I'd hate to think how much my pups would be squabbling if *they* were both boys.
Didi Pickles : Ah, ah, ah! Let's not do any gender stereotyping. After all, Stu and Drew are brothers, and *they* get along just fine.
[cut to the basement]
Stu Pickles : Pushy!
Drew Pickles : Lazy!
Stu Pickles : Bossy!
Drew Pickles : Inconsiderate!
Stu Pickles : Nosey!
Drew Pickles : Good-for-nothin'!
Stu Pickles : Busybody!
Stu Pickles , Drew Pickles : Why can't you listen to me?
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Tommy Pickles : [about his chocolate coin] I'm saving it for my baby sister
Chuckie Finster : Oh, you mean she finally came?
Tommy Pickles : Not yet but they're giving her this big party, so I'm pretty sure today's the day.
Lillian Deville : Do you think she got losted on her way to the party?
Tommy Pickles : Hmm, I don't know, I think we'd better go look for her, come on.
Chuckie Finster : But Tommy, she could be anywhere's.
[bumps into Didi's pregnant belly]
Betty Deville : Watch it pups.
Didi Pickles : Careful.
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Stu Pickles : [walks out of the basement whilst talking on the phone] Deed, just go to the spa and relax. Pop and I are doing fine taking care of the, uh--
[notices the crate is gone; lowers the phone]
Stu Pickles : Pop, wh-where's the crate?
Lou Pickles : [wakes up in his rocking chair and reads the receipt] Oh, I-I guess the delivery folks must've come.
Stu Pickles : Wow! They loaded her up and everything, huh?
Didi Pickles : [over the phone] Stu! Let me talk to Tommy.
Stu Pickles : Sure, I'll let you talk to Tommy. Uh--
[notices Tommy's not there; holds the phone against his chest]
Stu Pickles : Pop, uh...
[looks around frantically]
Stu Pickles : Where are the kids?
Lou Pickles : [stands up and shrugs] That's funny. They were here a minute ago, playin' in the, uh...
[they turn to see the front door wide open]
Stu Pickles , Lou Pickles : The crate!
Stu Pickles : [picks up the phone] Ah, honey! I'm gonna have to call you back.
[hangs up and shoots his father an angry look]
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[Dil keeps crying in four in the morning]
Stu : [exhausted] Oh, for the love of Pete. What do you want from us? What? What?
[Stu lays on the floor with Dil. An American flag is waving on the TV]
Didi Pickles : [looks in the Lipschitz book] Oh, there must be something in here we missed. Somewhere, somehow, something!
Stu : There must be. Let me see here!
[grabs the book from Didi and looks inside]
Stu : Cats, colic, Creole baby food... Oh yeah, here it is. Crying. Although a baby's crying signifies a disruption in the infant-parent matrix, the good-enough parent pacifies the infant during this period of primary narcissism, foregoing their own needs, sublim-, sublimating, sublimating all their own needs too.
[Stu and Didi begans to fall asleep]
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Stu Pickles : [looks in a closet] Tommy!
Lou Pickles : [looks under a sofa with a torch] Sprouts?
Stu Pickles : [opens the basement door] Dil!
Lou Pickles : [opens a cookie jar] Angelica?
Stu Pickles : [opens the cupboard under the kitchen sink] Where can they be? We gotta find them!
Didi Pickles : [walking into the kitchen carrying grocery bags] Find what?
[Stu gasps, bangs his head on a pipe and stands up with a nervous smile]
Lou Pickles : Einstein here lost the kids!
Stu Pickles : *I* lost the kids?
Lou Pickles : See?
[Didi gasps and drops the bags; groceries spill all over the floor]
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Lt. Klavin : Mrs. Pickle, did your son have any enemies?
Didi Pickles : No.
Lt. Klavin : Uh-huh. Any underworld or mob connections?
Didi Pickles : He is a baby!
