Richie Rich (1994)

Macaulay Culkin: Richard 'Richie' Rich, Jr.

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Quotes 

• [Cadbury has just made a break from jail, and is reunited with Richie] 

  Richie Rich : Cadbury?

  Herbert Cadbury : Richie! Oh, thank God, I've been worried sick...!

  [they hug each other] 

  Herbert Cadbury : I do beg your pardon, sir. All that emotion. Quite out of order. Got caught up in the moment.

  Richie Rich : Cadbury?

  Herbert Cadbury : Yes, sir?

  Richie Rich : Shut up!

  Herbert Cadbury : Thank you, sir.

• Pee-Wee : Hey, man, just checking out your crib here.

  Richie Rich : My crib?

  Herbert Cadbury : I believe that's street slang for home, sir, an idiom.

  Omar : Who you callin' an idiom?

• Gloria : [Richie is hiding out at Gloria's apartment]  I like this "street" look on you, Richie. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were almost normal.

  Richie Rich : Thanks, I think.

  Gloria : No, seriously. I used to think you were just some spoiled rich kid. But now, you're not so bad.

  Richie Rich : Yeah, likewise.

• Richard Rich Sr. : [They are preparing to depart for England]  Perk up, son. It won't be long before you're having tea and crumpets with the queen!

  Richie Rich : I'd much rather eat a hot dog at Wrigley Field.

  Richard Rich Sr. : [chuckles]  So would I, son. So would I.

• Professor Keenbean : [spraying his latest invention on a test dummy]  Now, THIS makes any fabric instantly impervious. Dirt proof, stain proof, water proof, and...

  [calls out assistant with a Tommy-gun] 

  Professor Keenbean : Sherman!

  [Sherman nods, as they go behind the glass wall behind, Sherman empties an entire 50-round drum-magazine at the dummy, who remains unharmed. As they re-enter, Keenbean picks out a bullet that is still hot] 

  Professor Keenbean : Ouch! And bullet proof! It's still not perfected yet! It's hell on the dry-cleaning bill.

  Richie Rich : No kidding.

  Professor Keenbean : Good grouping, Sherman!

• [Richie and his private-schoolmates are on break from their fencing class] 

  Reynolds : Capital appreciation is all well and good, but not without a sound growth strategy.

  Ellsworth : Well, I've only got one word to say to you: pork bellies.

  Richie Rich : ...I'm wondering if you guys can come over this weekend and hang out with me. Like normal kids do.

  Reynolds : *Normal* kids? You're really acting weird, Richie. Anyway, no can do. I promised my dad I'd go with him for a hostile takeover in Tokyo.

  Richie Rich : Et tu, Ellsworth?

  Ellsworth : [shrugs]  Trustees' meeting. Sorry.

• [Richie wants to play baseball with Gloria's sandlot-team] 

  Richie Rich : Come on. Let me hit.

  Gloria : Forget it; you probably couldn't even hit a BEACH BALL!

  Richie Rich : I could hit it off of YOU.

  Gloria : [insulted]  All right - You think you're so hot? Put your money where your mouth is!

  Richie Rich : You mean bet?

  Tony : Yeah. $5 says she could put you away for keeps.

  Gloria : $5? How about $10?

  Richie Rich : Okay - Seems a little steep, but $10 thousand it is.

  [He whips it out, and they all freak out] 

  Gloria : No, not $10 thousand. Ten **dollars**.

  Richie Rich : Oh, $10. Okay.

  Herbert Cadbury : Master Richie, I do think it unseemly in the extreme for you to take these - children's money.

  Gloria : What are you doing, Mr. Fancy Pants? Asking the old guy for batting tips?

  Herbert Cadbury : [insulted]  Take their backsides to the cleaners, Master Richie.

• Herbert Cadbury : ...Sir, your Latin tutorial has been moved back an hour; that gives you time for a spot of polo. Then on to your tax-law seminar. Oh, and this coming weekend, big treat: You and your parents are flying to London to take tea with Her Majesty... Is something amiss, sir?

  Richie Rich : [unhappy]  First, my friends are too busy to hang out with me... And now, *I'M* too busy to hang out with me.

• Herbert Cadbury : [Richie prepares to introduce himself to Gloria and her sandlot-baseball team]  You can't play with THESE children. I must protest!

  Richie Rich : Cadbury, CHILL. I'll be fine.

  Herbert Cadbury : But they probably haven't even been VACCINATED!

• Herbert Cadbury : Come along sir, you mustn't keep your personal trainer waiting.

  Richie Rich : [getting out of bed]  Tell Arnold I really don't feel like excercising today.

  [Cadbury clears his throat, and in walks in Claudia Schiffer. Richie's mouth drops open] 

  Aerobics Instructor : I hope you don't mind, but Arnold cancelled. So I'll be filling in. My name is Claudia.

  Richie Rich : Yikes!

  [Wiggles his eyebrows. They start doing some basic excercises, and Richie and Cadbury are watching her] 

  Richie Rich : Cadbury, about Arnold...

  Herbert Cadbury : Arnold's history, sir.

  Aerobics Instructor : [She bends over, and the two men are mesmorized]  All the way back down, stretch and back up.

• Richie Rich : [looking up somewhat uncertainly at the enormous tall Rich Industries office building towering up in front of him]  I'm not sure if I can go through with this, Cadbury.

  Herbert Cadbury : Just remember these words, Master Richie - - "You have the power of your father inside you."

  Richie Rich : You mean, like, "Trust the force, Luke"?

  Herbert Cadbury : [maintaining his debonair composure even though he is a bit dismayed to have his elegantly-worded example "degraded" by having it merely compared to a quote in a science fiction movie]  "Pree-cisely, sir!"

• [he finds a lonely Richie surveying their backyard from the balcony] 

  Herbert Cadbury : Excuse me, Master Richie. Sensing you were at a loose end, I've arranged for a little entertainment.

  Richie Rich : I'm really not in the mood for the Vienna Boys' Choir today, Cadbury. Thanks anyhow.

  Herbert Cadbury : Sadly, the choir was unbelievable, sir. But I did make **other arrangements**.

  Richie Rich : [watching Cadbury open the front door, and then staring in dumbfounded delight to see the sandlot-kids whom he'd earlier wanted to play with come spilling out of a station wagon]  Wow ---! Thanks, Cadbury --- I owe you one!

• Richie Rich : [to Gloria and her fellow sandlotters]  If any one of you guys wanna turn back, now's the time.

  Gloria : No way. Would you turn back if you were us? We're with you, Richie.

• Herbert Cadbury : [sniffs]  Good grief! Manure?

  Omar : Hey, it's all we could find!

  Herbert Cadbury : Very well. Load.

  Richie Rich : [into walkie-talkie]  I'm in position. You guys almost ready?

  Herbert Cadbury : [sniffs, into walkie-talkie]  Eminently.

• Nash : [into walkie-talkie, with mouth full]  This is Nash.

  Zullo : Nash, I didn't hear that. Come back with that.

  Nash : This is Nash.

  Richie Rich : [into walkie talkie]  Fire two!

  [Cadbury launches a second sack of manure] 

  Nash : [mouth full]  Somebody throwing SHIII-!

  [the sack knocks him out] 

  Richie Rich : YES!

• Richie Rich : [seeing his gentle dignified friend clad in the would-be hitman's hideous punk-biker's costume of glossy black fabric imprinted with hundreds of tiny white human skulls]  You know, Cadbury, that get-up really doesn't go with your personality.

  Herbert Cadbury : Yeah, I know. I was lucky to be able to hold onto my own underwear.

  Diane Pazinski : [seeing Cadbury disguised as the hoodlum]  Whoa, look who's slummin'!

• [In the boardroom, Van Dough checks his watch and looks towards the door as everyone applauds Richie] 

  Richie Rich : And when my father gets back, I'm sure he'll be really happy to see what we've done while he was gone. The profits from every division have gone up on a record-breaking rise.

  [everyone applauds but stop as the detective and several policemen storm in] 

  Ferguson : It doesn't give you the right--!

  Detective : I'm sorry, but this is official police business! Herbert Cadbury!

  Herbert Cadbury : [steps forward]  Yes?

  Detective : You're under arrest.

  Herbert Cadbury : I beg your pardon?

  Richie Rich : What is this?

  [the police handcuff Cadbury] 

  Van Dough : [stands up]  Officers, you can't just burst in here. What is the meaning of this?

  Detective : We received an anonymous tip and searched the Rich Mansion. Bomb parts, detonation devices, found in Herbert Cadbury's room.

  Herbert Cadbury : That's perposterous.

  Detective : You're under arrest for the murder of Richard and Regina Rich.

  Herbert Cadbury : I don't know what you're talking about.

  [Cadbury is taken away] 

  Richie Rich : Wait! Cadbury!

  Herbert Cadbury : [looks back]  Don't worry, Master Richie, I'm sure it's a mistake.

  [Ferguson grabs Richie] 

  Richie Rich : Cadbury! Cadbury!

  Ferguson : Richie, the police have him now. Best stay here.

  [Richie watches sadly as Cadbury is taken away] 

• Richie Rich : How come all we do is talk about money? Why don't we do something fun.

  Ellsworth : [frowning in clueless perplexion, since he's never experienced anything besides a "caviar and kippers" lifestyle]  Money IS fun!

• Professor Keenbean : [introducing his latest invention]  This baby is the ultimate corrosive. I call it - DON'T TOUCH IT! - I call it "hydrochloricdioxynucleocarbonium". Well, the name needs work. But it'll eat through a Buick! OR -...

  Richie Rich : Prison bars.

  Professor Keenbean : Exactly.

• Richie Rich : [on Rich Industries' venture into the candy bar-business]  We simply cannot let our competition be nuttier than we are.

• Herbert Cadbury : Remember this, you have the power of your father inside you.

  Richie Rich : Sort of like "trust the force, Luke?"

  Herbert Cadbury : [maintaining his debonair composure even though he is a bit dismayed to have his elegantly-worded example "degraded" by having it merely compared to a quote in a science fiction movie]  "Pree-cisely, sir!"

• School Teacher : Let's move on to case study number twelve. Your company is in dire straits. Sales are down fifty percent due to stiff price competition. Dividends are falling. Your stockholders are demanding you step down as chairman of the board. Now, here's your problem: How do you rally the board of directors to your side AND stave off impending bankruptcy? Reynolds?

  Reynolds : [looks up from reading his newspaper]  I'll have my secretary get back to you on that one.

  [Richie rolls his eyes] 

  School Teacher : [wincing in suppressed indignity]  See me after class, Reynolds. Ellsworth, how would you get the board on your side?

  Ellsworth : [putts on a mini golf set]  Bribe someone.

  School Teacher : [valiantly clinging to his composure at the absurdity of the boy's reply]  **Sit** **down**, Ellsworth.

  [Ellsworth sits] 

  School Teacher : Reginald, what would you do?

  Reginald : What would I do? Simple.

  [Richie is sketching a funny picture of the teacher in derision for his "stuffed penguin" appearance and attitude] 

  Reginald : I'd float a rumor that we're the object of a takeover bid, and as soon as our stock went up, I'd sell.

  [Richie slips the picture into his fax machine] 

  School Teacher : [reproachfully]  That's not only unethical, Reginald, it's illegal.

  Reginald : I'm only twelve. I can't be held legally responsible.

  School Teacher : Hmm, good point.

  [Cuthbert receives the caricature-drawing of the teacher and chuckles; the teacher turns, folds his arms and approaches Richie] 

  School Teacher : Rich, are you and Cuthbert passing notes again?

  Richie Rich : [valiantly trying to not to laugh]  Um, no, sir.

  School Teacher : Cuthbert?

  [Cuthbert drops the picture through the shredder; Reynolds and Ellsworth giggle; the teacher frowns and rolls his eyes after Richie smiles in sarcastic sunny innocence]