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Josh: Do you have any idea what you're talking about?
Cher: No. Why, does it sound like I do?

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Cher: As if.

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Cher: He does dress better than I do, what would I bring to the relationship?

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Tai: I could really use some sort of herbal refreshment.
Dionne: Oh, well we do lunch in ten minutes. We don't have any tea, but we have Coke and stuff.
Tai: No shit. You guys got Coke here?
Dionne: Well, yeah.
Cher: Yeah, this is America.

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Mel: Where are you?
Cher: I'm just having a snack at my girlfriend's.
Mel: Where, in Kuwait?
Cher: Is that in the valley?

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Mel: Do you know what time it is?
Cher: A watch doesn't really go with this outfit, daddy.

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Murray: Woman, lend me fi' dollas.
Dionne: Murray, I have asked you repeatedly not to call me "woman".
Murray: Excuse me, "Ms. Dionne."
Dionne: Thank you.
Murray: Okay, but, street slang is an increasingly valid form of expression. Most of the feminine pronouns do have mocking, but not

necessarily in misogynistic undertones.

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Dionne: Hello? There was a stop sign.
Cher: I totally paused.

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Mel: Which reminds me, where's your report card?
Cher: It's not ready yet.
Mel: What do you mean, "it's not ready yet?"
Cher: Well, some teachers are trying to low-ball me, Daddy. And I know how you say, "Never accept a first offer", so I figure these grades are just a jumping off point to start negotiations.


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Murray: Your man Christian is a cake boy!
CherDionne: A what?
Murray: He's a disco-dancing, Oscar Wilde-reading, Streisand ticket-holding friend of Dorothy, know what I'm saying?
Cher: Uh-uh, no way, not even!
Murray: Yes, even; he's gay!

Dionne: He does like to shop, Cher. And the boy can dress.

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Cher: I am totally butt crazy in love with Josh.

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Josh: Look, I'm just curious. How many hours a day do you spend grooming yourself?
Cher: Some people are not lucky enough to be as naturally adorable as you are.
Josh: Stop it, you're making me blush.

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Cher: Until mankind is peaceful enough not to have violence on the news, there's no point in taking it out of shows that need it for entertainment value.

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Cher: Lucy, the fire department called again. They said we need to clear out that bush. You said you'd get Jose to do it.
Lucy: He your gardener, I don't know why you no tell him.
Cher: Lucy, you know I don't speak Mexican.
Lucy: I NOT A MEXICAN.
Lucy: [storms off]

Cher: Great, what was that all about?
Josh: Lucy's from El Salvador.
Cher: So?
Josh: So, it's an entirely different country.
Cher: What does that matter?
Josh: You get mad if anyone thinks you live below Sunset.

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Cher: I want to do something for humanity.
Josh: How about sterilization?

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[driving up to a huge house]
Cher: This is where Dionne lives. She's my friend because we both know what it's like for people to be jealous of us.

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Josh: You want to practice parking?
Cher: What's the point? Everywhere you go has valet.

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Cher: Do you prefer "fashion victim" or "ensembly challenged"?

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Cher: I feel like such a heifer. I had two bowls of Special K, 3 pieces of turkey bacon, a handful of popcorn, 5 peanut butter M&M's and like 3 pieces of licorice.

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Mel: I'd like to see you have a little direction.
Cher: I have direction!
Josh: Yeah, towards the mall.

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Josh: You look like Pippi Longstocking.
Cher: Well you look like Forrest Gump. Who's Pippi Longstocking?
Josh: Someone Mel Gibson never played.

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Cher: Anything you can do to draw attention to your mouth is good.

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Cher: Christian said he'd call the next day, but in boy time that meant Thursday.

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Cher: I was surfing the crimson wave. I had to haul ass to the ladies'.

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Cher: Miss Stoeger, I would just like to say that physical education in this school is a disgrace. I mean, standing in line for forty minutes is hardly aerobically effective. I doubt I've worked off the calories in a stick of Carefree gum.