Somebody asked me today, "Phil, if you could be anywhere in the world, where would you like to be?" And I said to him, "Prob'ly right here - Elko, Nevada, our nation's high at 79 today." Out in California, they're gonna have some warm weather tomorrow, gang wars, and some *very* overpriced real estate. Up in the Pacific Northwest, as you can see, they're gonna have some very, very tall trees.
People like blood sausage, too. People are morons.
Chance of departure today, one hundred percent.
So'd you turn pro with that belly button thing, Ned?
Ned, I would love to stand here and talk with you... but I'm not going to.
This is one time where television really fails to capture the true excitement of a large squirrel predicting the weather.
Come on, all the long distance lines are down? What about satellite? Is it snowing in space? Don't you keep open a line for emergencies or for celebrities? I'm both. I'm a celebrity in an emergency.
I make the weather.
Well, it's Groundhog Day... again...
What if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today.
You're a producer, come up with something.
Morons, your bus is leaving.
Nancy, she works in a dress shop... and she makes sounds like a chipmunk when she gets really excited.
I was in the Virgin Islands once. I met a girl. We ate lobster, drank PiŅa Coladas. At sunset we made love like sea otters. That was a pretty good day. Why couldn't I get that day over and over and over...
I'm betting he's going to swerve first.
Needle eye Ned...Ned the Head!
Catch you tomorrow, huh pops?
I told you, call me Bronco.
This is a man we are talking about, right?
Does he have to use the word "poopy"?
It always makes me think of Rome, the way the sun hits the buildings in the afternoon.
I like to say a prayer and drink to world peace.
This is pitiful. A thousand people freezing their butts off waiting to worship a rat. What a hype.
Well, it used to mean something in this town. They used to pull the hog out, and they used to *eat* it. You're hypocrites, all of you! You have a problem with what I'm saying, Larry? [Larry shakes his head "no."] Untie your tongue, and you come out here and talk, huh? Am I upsetting you,
I'll give you a winter prediction: It's gonna be cold, it's gonna be grey, and it's gonna last you for the rest of your life.