There is no way this winter is ever going to end, as long as this groundhog keeps seeing his shadow. I don't see any other way out. He's got to be stopped. And I have to stop him.
Well, we mustn't keep our public waiting.
I'm a god, I'm not the god... I don't think.
You like boats, but not the ocean.
You gotta want it.
[to Rita throwing cards in a hat] Be the hat. Come on! Go!
Gosh you're an upbeat lady.
I promise I won't touch you ... much.
Winter, slumbering in the open air, wears on his smiling face a dream of spring.
When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of
Punxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn't imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.
If you're gonna eat steak, get some sharper teeth, alright?
No matter what happens tomorrow or for the rest of my life, I'm happy now.
Today is tomorrow. It happened!
It's so beautiful!... Let's live here. [he kisses Rita] We'll rent, to start.
I'm just amazed, and I'm not easily amazed.
[to Ned] Let's not spoil it.
I bought you; I own you.
Did he actually refer to himself as "the talent"?
[to Phil] Hey, no, no no no. Nobody honks this horn but me. Okay pal.
[Phil drives a truck off a cliff] He might be ok. [explosion] Well, no, probably not now.
Have you ever seen the inside of a van?
He's out of his gourd!
People just don't understand what is involved in this. This an art-form! You know, I think that most people just think that I hold a camera and point at stuff, but there is a heck of a lot more to it than just that.