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.

Larry

Rita: [as Phil kisses Rita repeatedly, discovering that he got past Groundhog Day at long last] Phil, why weren't you like this last night? You just fell asleep.
Phil: It was the end of a VERY long day.

Man in Hallway: Think it'll be an early spring?
Phil: Winter, slumbering in the open air, wears on its smiling face a dream... of spring. Ciao.
Man in Hallway: Ciao.

Phil Connors: Excuse me, where is everyone going?
Fan on Street: To Gobbler's Knob. It's Groundhog Day.
Phil Connors: It's still just once a year, right?

I'm betting he's going to swerve first.

Phil

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.

Jake: $2,000 for this chunk of shit?
Murph: I mean, honestly Ray. It's used, there's no action left in this keyboard.
Ray: I don't think there's anything wrong with the action on this keyboard.

Rita: Are you drunk or something?
Phil: Drunk is more fun.

Just put that anywhere, pal! Yeah! Good save!

Diner Patron

Rita: 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: 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.

Don't be lost when the time comes, for the day of the Lord cometh like a thief in the night.

Reverend Cleophus James

Is that my sweet Rachel's voice I heard? Or am I just goin' meshuga?

Marilyn Hack

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