Phil: What would you do if you were stuck in one place and every day was exactly the same, and nothing that you did mattered?
Ralph: That about sums it up for me.
Bill Murray: You’re Elliott.
Elliot: How did you know that?
Bill Murray: I’m the ghost of Christmas present. I’m here to warn you.
Elliot: Well, I’m sorry sir, I’m not in the mood.
Bill Murray: For love. The question is, are you in the mood for a lifetime of regret and loneliness?
Elliot: Please go away.
Badger: In summation, I think you just got to not do it, man. That’s all.
Mr. Fox: I understand what you’re saying, and your comments are valuable, but I’m gonna ignore your advice.
Badger: The cuss you are.
Mr. Fox: The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me?
Badger: No, you cussing with me?
Mr. Fox: Don’t cussing point at me!
Badger: If you’re gonna cuss with somebody, you’re not gonna cuss with me, you little cuss!
Mr. Fox: You’re not gonna cuss with me!
[Both start snarling at each other, and then settle down]
Mr. Fox: Just buy the tree.
Bill Murray: Is that you say hello where you come from?
Columbus: Oh, my God. Oh, my God, I can’t believe I shot Bill Murray.
Tallahassee: Mr. Murray?
Bill Murray: I’m just Bill, I think, now.
Bill Murray: Yeah?
Tallahassee: I don’t think we’re gonna be able to stitch this.
Bill Murray: Ah. That’s still tender.
Tallahassee: You think you might pull through?
Bill Murray: No.
Columbus: If it means anything now, I am so sorry. It was just instinctive.
Bill Murray: It was my bad. I was never a very good practical joker.
Little Rock: So do you have any regrets?
Bill Murray: “Garfield,” maybe.
Laura Bishop: I’m sorry Walt.
Walt Bishop: It’s not your fault. . .Which injuries are you apologizing for? Specifically.
Laura Bishop: Specifically? Whichever ones still hurt.
Walt Bishop: Half of those were self-inflicted. . .I hope the roof flies off, and I get sucked up into space. You’d be better off without me.
Laura Bishop: Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
Walt Bishop: Why?
Laura Bishop: We’re all they’ve got, Walt.
Walt Bishop: That’s not enough.
I’m not sure when I first saw this film, but I think it was probably on television some time in the 90s. I didn’t do a good rewatch of the film until my first semester of film grad school. One of my instructors used it a lot in his teaching screenplay form (it really is a great model), so on the last day we watched the entire film. Having just rewatched it again, I can’t help but think it really is a perfect film. It’s not the most realistic film (far from it); but it is storytelling at its finest. Tootsie was nominated for ten Academy Awards, winning one: Best Film Editing, Best Cinematography, Best Sound, Best Original Song, Best Original Screenplay, Best Supporting Actress Teri Garr, Best Supporting Actress Jessica Lange (won), Best Actor Dustin Hoffman, Best Director and Best Picture. The other film nominated for Best Picture that year were: E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial, Missing, The Verdict and winner Gandhi.
Carl Spackler: Incredible Cinderella story. This unknown, comes outta nowhere to lead the pack at Augusta. He’s at his final hole. He’s about 450 yards away. He’s gonna hit about a two iron, I think. Oh, he got outta that. The crowd is standing on its feet here at Augusta. The normally reserved Augusta crowd, going wild, for this young Cinderella, who’s come outta nowhere. He’s got about 350 yards left. He’s gonna hit about a five iron, it looks like, dontcha think? He’s got a beautiful back swing. That’s it! Oh! He got outta that one! He’s gotta be pleased with that! The crowd is on its feet here. He’s a Cinderella boy. Tears in his eyes, I guess, as he lines up this last shot. He’s got about 195 yards left. He’s gonna. . .it looks like he’s got an eight iron. This crowd has gone deadly silent. A Cinderella story. Outta nowhere. Former greenskeeper. And now about to become the Masters champion. It looks like a mirac. . .it’s in the hole! It’s in the hole!