Groundhog Day (1993)

Andie MacDowell: Rita

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• Phil : [talking to a sleeping Rita]  I think you're the kindest, sweetest, prettiest person I've ever met in my life. I've never seen anyone that's nicer to people than you are. The first time I saw you... something happened to me. I never told you but... I knew that I wanted to hold you as hard as I could. I don't deserve someone like you. But if I ever could, I swear I would love you for the rest of my life.

  Rita : Did you say something?

  Phil : Good night.

• Phil : This is one time where television really fails to capture the true excitement of a large squirrel predicting the weather. I, for one, am very grateful to have been here. From Punxsutawney, this is Phil Connors. So long.

  Rita : Okay, want to try it again without the sarcasm?

  Phil : We got it. I'm out of here.

  Larry : Prima donnas.

• Rita : Do you ever have déjà vu?

  Phil : Didn't you just ask me that?

• Phil : I'm a god.

  Rita : You're God?

  Phil : I'm *a* god. I'm not *the* God... I don't think.

• Rita : [as Phil kisses Rita over and over discovering that he has finally passed Groundhog Day]  Phil, why weren't you like this last night? You just fell asleep.

  Phil : It was the end of a very long day.

  [looks into her eyes] 

  Phil : Is there anything I can do for you today?

  Rita : I'm sure I can think of something.

  [they kiss] 

• Rita : This day was perfect. You couldn't have planned a day like this.

  Phil : Well, you can. It just takes an awful lot of work.

• Rita : [Phil has described several people in the diner]  What about me, Phil? Do you know me too?

  Phil : I know all about you. You like producing, but you hope for more than Channel 9 Pittsburgh.

  Rita : Well, everyone knows that!

  Phil : You like boats, but not the ocean. You go to a lake in the summer with your family up in the mountains. There's a long wooden dock and a boathouse with boards missing from the roof, and a place you used to crawl underneath to be alone. You're a sucker for French poetry and rhinestones. You're very generous. You're kind to strangers and children, and when you stand in the snow you look like an angel.

  Rita : [in wonder]  How are you doing this?

  Phil : I told you. I wake up every day, right here, right in Punxsutawney, and it's always February 2nd, and there's nothing I can do about it.

• Phil : Do you know what today is?

  Rita : No, what?

  Phil : Today is tomorrow. It happened.

• Rita : It's beautiful. I don't know what to say.

  Phil : I do. Whatever happens tomorrow, or for the rest of my life, I'm happy now... because I love you.

• Phil : Why are you here?

  Rita : You said stay so I stayed.

  Phil : I can't even make a collie stay.

• Phil : I have been stabbed, shot, poisoned, frozen, hung, electrocuted, and burned.

  Rita : Oh, really?

  Phil : ...and every morning I wake up without a scratch on me, not a dent in the fender... I am an immortal.

• Phil : So, did you sleep OK without me? You tossed and turned, didn't you?

  Rita : You're incredible.

  Phil : Who told you?

• Phil : Something is... different.

  Rita : Good or bad?

  Phil : Anything different is good.

• Ned : Phil, this is the best day of my life.

  Phil : Mine too.

  Rita : Mine too.

  Ned : Where are we going?

  Rita : Oh, let's not spoil it!

• Rita : Why would anybody steal a groundhog?

  Larry : I can probably think of a couple of reasons... pervert.

• Rita : What should we drink to?

  Phil : I'd like to say a prayer and drink to world peace.

• [Waking after a night of reading poetry and only chaste sleep with Rita, Phil jumps out of bed, determined to show himself as a new and likable man. He gives a wad of cash to the Old Man beggar and shows up early for the photo shoot, carrying a tray of coffees just the way that Rita and Larry like them, and with Larry's favorite pastry] 

  Phil : Who wants coffee? Get it while it's hot!

  Rita : [surprised]  Oh! Thanks, Phil!

  Phil : [Handing Larry a lidded styrofoam container of coffee]  Larry? Skim milk, two sugar.

  Larry : [Also surprised]  Yeah. Thanks, Phil!

  Phil : Pastry?

  [Phil offers the tray to Rita, who looks enticed, but says:] 

  Rita : No. We're just setting up.

  Phil : Pastry, Larry? Take your pick.

  Larry : Well, thanks, Phil. Raspberry, great.

  Phil : Say, I was just talking with Buster Green, he's the head groundhog honcho. And he said, if we set up over here

  [he points his thumb over his shoulder] 

  Phil : , we might get a better shot. What do you think?

  [Rita is still surprised that Phil Connors is being so thoughtful and helpful] 

  Rita : Sounds good.

  Phil : Larry, what do you think?

  [It is obvious that Phil has never asked for Larry's opinion in his life, and Larry grins] 

  Larry : Yeah. Let's go for it.

  Rita : [Pleased]  Good work, Phil.

  Phil : Maybe we'll get lucky. Let me give you a hand with the heavy stuff.

  [Phil takes the backpack and news-camera] 

  Larry : Uh...

  Phil : No, no, you got your coffee.

  [They start to walk to the "better" spot] 

  Phil : We never talk, Larry. Do you have kids?

  [Rita stares in astonishment, then slowly follows them] 

• Phil : Can I talk to you about a matter that is not work-related?

  Rita : You never talk about work.

• Rita : What did you do today?

  Phil : Oh, same-old same-old.

• Rita : Are you drunk or something?

  Phil : Drunk is more fun.

• Rita : Believe it or not, I studied nineteenth-century French poetry.

  Phil : La fille que j'aimera Sera comme bon vin Qui se bonifiera Un peux chaques matin

  Rita : You speak French?

  Phil : Oui.

• Rita : I like to see a man of advancing years throwing caution to the wind. It's inspiring in a way.

  Phil : My years are not advancing as fast as you might think.

• Phil : Can I be serious with you with you for a minute?

  Rita : I don't know. Can you?

• Rita : Three hundred and thirty-nine dollars and eighty-eight cents!

• Phil : I am not making it up. I am asking you for help.

  Rita : Okay, what do you want me to do?

  Phil : I don't know. You're a producer. Come up with something.

• Rita : You're not a god. You can take my word for it; this is twelve years of Catholic school talking.

• Rita : Would you like to come to dinner with Larry and me?

  Phil : No thank you. I've seen Larry eat.

• Rita : Don't you worry about cholesterol?

  Phil : I don't worry about anything.

• Phil : To the groundhog.

  Rita : I always drink to world peace.

• Phil : So what do you want out of life anyway?

  Rita : I guess I want what everybody wants. You know, career, love, marriage, children.

  Phil : Are you seeing anyone?

  Rita : I think this is getting too personal. I don't think I'm ready to share this with you.

  [Phil nods] 

  Rita : How about you? What do you want?

  Phil : What I really want is someone like you.

  Rita : [chuckles]  Oh, please.

  Phil : Well, why not? What are you looking for? Who is your perfect guy?

  Phil : Well, first of all, he's too humble to know he's perfect.

  Phil : That's me.

  Rita : He's intelligent, supportive, funny...

  Phil : Intelligent, supportive, funny... me, me, me...

  Rita : He's romantic and courageous...

  Phil : Me also...

  Rita : He's got a good body, but he doesn't have to look in the mirror every two minutes.

  Phil : I have a great body, and sometimes I go months without looking.

  Rita : He's kind and sensitive and gentle, he's not afraid to cry in front of me...

  Phil : This is a man we're talking about, right?

  Rita : He likes animals and children and he'll change poopy diapers...

  Phil : Does he have to use the word poopy?

  Rita : Oh, and he plays an instrument, and he loves his mother.

  Phil : I am really close on this one... really, really close.

• Phil : I think people place too much emphasis on their careers. I wish we could all live in the mountains at high altitude. That's where I see myself in five years. How about you?

  Rita : Oh, I agree. I just like to go with the flow. See where it leads me.

  Phil : Well, it's led you here.

  Rita : Mm hmm. Of course it's about a million miles from where I started out in college.

  Phil : You weren't in broadcasting or journalism?

  Rita : Uh unh. Believe it or not, I studied 19th-century French poetry.

  Phil : [laughs]  What a waste of time! I mean, for someone else that would be an incredible waste of time. It's so bold of you to choose that. It's incredible; you must have been a very very strong person.

• Rita : [to Phil]  What are you looking for Phil? A date for the weekend?

• Rita : You're missin' all the fun! These people are great! Some of them have been partyin' all night long! They sing songs 'till they get too cold and then they go sit by the fire and they get warm, and then they come back and sing some more!

  Phil : Yeah, they're hicks, Rita!

• Rita : It's groundhog time.

• Rita : Phil, going to the Groundhog dinner?

  Phil : No, I had groundhog for lunch. Tastes like chicken.

• Rita : The wretch, concentred all in self, living, shall forfeit fair renown, and doubly dying, shall go down, to the vile dust from whence he sprung - unwept, unhonored, and unsung. Sir Walter Scott.

  Phil : [laughs]  Ha, ha, ha.

  Rita : What, you don't like poetry?

  Phil : I love poetry. I just thought that was Willard Scott.

• Rita : Where were you?

  Phil : [referring to Ned]  It was awful. A giant leech got me.

• Rita : I could never love someone like you. You only love yourself.

  Phil : That's not true. I don't even like myself.