Les petits géants (1994)

Ed O'Neill: Kevin O'Shea

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Quotes 

• Butz : [spying on the Giants]  This is incredible! They got the guards in the backfield! The center's on the right! And the quarterback isn't even there!

  Kevin O'Shea : They're just standing around, Butz.

  Butz : Oh, yeah.

• Mike Hammersmith : What's that cheerleader doing with a helmet on?

  Kevin O'Shea : That's no cheerleader, that's my niece Becky. She's pissed.

• Danny O'Shea : [Keven and Danny are racing to claim the new player]  This whole town may love you, but I'm the only one who knows how truly sick you are!

  Kevin O'Shea : I treated you like a prince!

  Danny O'Shea : You ignored me!

  Kevin O'Shea : I took you to see the Cleveland Indians!

  Danny O'Shea : You left me at the stadium!

• Kevin O'Shea : Peanut butter and jelly sandwich? Are you nuts?

  Rudy Zolteck : It's still good!

  Kevin O'Shea : You'll never get anywhere treating your helmet like a lunchbox son? What is that?

  Butz : Cheetos.

  Kevin O'Shea : Crunchy or puffed?

  Butz : Puffed.

  Kevin O'Shea : Wimp!

  [Butz confiscates the food and walks off] 

  Rudy Zolteck : My mom made that!

• [kids are running at try outs] 

  Rudy Zolteck : How'd I do, coach?

  Kevin O'Shea : I don't know son. I don't have a sundial.

• [saying grace] 

  Priscilla : God bless family, friends, flowers, Nickelodeon, fuzzy little kittens, Pez, Mr. Lerenzo, the school janitor 'cause he's so hairy.

  Kevin O'Shea : He's an unfortunate man Priscilla.

• Kevin O'Shea : [Spike has gotten the Cowboys penalized for a personal foul on the Little Giants]  Hammersmith, if that kid of yours pulls another stunt like that again, you are both out of here.

  Mike Hammersmith : Hey, come on! I thought you wanted to win!

  Kevin O'Shea : Not like that.

• Kevin O'Shea : Peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Are you nuts?

  Rudy Zolteck : [takes a bite]  It's still good.

  Kevin O'Shea : You'll never get anywhere treating your helmet like a lunchbox, son.

• Briggs : Ready! Set! Go!

  [Kevin takes off in a charging sprint toward a couch cushion, held by Karen] 

  Karen O'Shea : Kevin! Aah!

  [Karen lets go of the cushion and Kevin goes flying out the window, landing crotch first on a tree limb] 

  Kevin O'Shea : Oh! Doctor!

  [in pain, he tilts and falls into their pool] 

• Karen O'Shea : Kevin, this is pee wee football. It's supposed to be fun.

  Kevin O'Shea : Not fun anymore. See, all the fun is gone now. See now, it's war!

• Kevin O'Shea : Put a fork in them they're done, baby.