Well, it's Groundhog Day... again... and that must mean we're up here at Gobbler's Knob waiting for the forecast from the world's most famous groundhog weatherman, Punxsutawney Phil, who's just about to tell us how much more winter we can expect.


Phil: Can I be serious with you with you for a minute?
Rita: I don't know. Can you?

Can I have another one of these with some booze in it?


Rita: Why would anybody want to steal a groundhog?
Larry: I can think of a couple of reasons... the pervert.

Phil: So, did you sleep okay without me? You tossed and turned, didn't you?
Rita: You're incredible.
Phil: Who told you?

Mrs. Lancaster: Did you sleep well, Mr. Connors?
Phil: I slept alone, Mrs. Lancaster.

Rita: Would you like to come to dinner with Larry and me?
Phil: No thank you. I've seen Larry eat.

Phil: Do you know what today is?
Rita: No, what?
Phil: Today is tomorrow. It happened.

Phil: You want a prediction about the weather, you're asking the wrong Phil. 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.

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: I don't suppose there's any chance of a espresso or cappuccino?
Mrs. Lancaster: [confused look] Oh, I don't know...
Phil: ... how to spell espresso or cappuccino.

Ned: So what are you doing for dinner?
Phil: Umm... something else.

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