Oscar quotes, aphorisms, statements, say
Corner Gas Oscar: Are you saying I'm that easy to distract?
Emma: Look Oscar, this spoon's dirty. (holds up spoon)
Oscar: Really? (Oscar snatches the spoon and cleans it)
Corner Gas Hank: Hey Oscar, does your friend Russell like to lie on the kitchen floor with a phone in his hand?
Oscar: No.
Hank: Then either this guy ain't Russell, or your friend Russell's dead.
[Oscar runs over and sees Russell is dead.]
Oscar: Told ya he was here.
Shark Tale [Oscar has just made his way out of Lenny's jaw and is striking a manly post for the crowds.]
Oscar: ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?!
[The crowd cheers]
Oscar: YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!
[The crowd cheers]
Oscar: YOU HAD ME AT HELLO!
[The crowd cheers; Angie raises her eyebrows.]
Body Heat Oscar: Whatcha got for pie today Stella?
Stella: I got cherry, cherry and cherry.
Oscar: Well, what do you recommend?
Stella: I like the cherry.
Oscar: Bring it on.
Corner Gas Oscar: No, that's it; I'm not doing it.
Emma: You're being cruel; I never ask you to do anything.
Oscar: What are you talking about. You ask me to do stuff all the time.
[In a Flashback] Emma: Oscar, can you pass me the milk?
Oscar: And I got a lot more examples.
Corner Gas Oscar: Something's different about these mashed potatoes.
Emma: That's because it's RICE.
Oscar: Needs sour cream.
Shark Tale Oscar: [Finds Frankie dead behind him, starts yelling crazily] Watch it! Back up! I'm crazy! I be trippin'! [makes karate moves and noises until he accidentally kicks Bernie]
Bernie: Ow! What the--?!
[Oscar, Ernie, and Bernie all scream simultaneously; Oscar hides behind Frankie]
Bernie: Don't hurt us! We're sorry! It was all Ernie's idea! [Ernie nods, then looks at Bernie angrily]
Ernie: Oscar?
Bernie: Did you kill that shark?
Oscar: Uh, yeah. Exactly how it looks; that's how it is.
Stingers [Angie and Oscar are on the beds in the rest room, Angie is half-asleep. Oscar is laying awake thinking, after he was nearly shot]
OSCAR: Ange? Do you ever think about dying? I mean what happens afterwards?
ANGIE: (Sleepily.) Well hopefully a lot of people will come to my funeral.
OSCAR: I'm serious.
ANGIE: Dunno.
OSCAR: I used to go to Sunday school as a kid, but it never made much sense to me.
ANGIE: What? You mean the stories? The Bible and all that?
OSCAR: Yeah.
ANGIE: I can't imagine you at Sunday school, in short pants (Angie laughs, but Oscar remains serious.)
OSCAR: If you were going to get killed, and you had a way out, you'd take it right?
ANGIE: Course.
OSCAR: That's the whole point of religion. Helps us face our own mortality.
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