Get the Quote of the Day from Bill Murray
No matter what happens tomorrow, or for the rest of my life, I'm happy now, because I love you.
I like to say a prayer, and drink to world peace.
This is pitiful. A thousand people, freezing their butts off, waiting to worship a rat. What a hype. Well they used to mean something in this town, they used to pull the hog out and they used to eat it. You're hypocrites! All of ya! You got a problem with what I'm saying Larry? Untie your tongue and you come out here and talk, huh? Am I upsetting you, Princess? You know you want a prediction about the weather, you're asking the wrong Phil. I'll give you a prediction. It's gonna be cold, it's gonna be gray, and it's gonna last you the rest of your life.
Once again the eyes of the nation have turned here to this, tiny village in western Pennsylvania, blah bl-blah bl-blah. There is no way this winter is ever going to end, as long as this groundhog keeps seeing his shadow. I don't see any way out. He's gotta be stopped. And I have to stop him.
It's the same thing your whole life. Clean up your room, stand up straight, pick up your feet, take it like a man, be nice to your sister, don't mix beer with wine, ever. Oh yeah, don't drive on the railroad tracks.
Well we mustn't keep our public waiting, huh? It's showtime Phil.
Yes, but my father was a piano mover, so...
When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Punxsutawney and basking in the of warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn't imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter. From Punxsutawney, it's Phil Connors.
That's not bad for a quadraped. You gotta check your mirrors, just side of your eye. Side of your eye.
I had an Astin Martin but it had trouble with the surface-to-air missiles, so, it's in the shop.
It's the same old schtick every year, the guy comes out with a big old stick, raps on the door. They pull the little rat out, they talk to him, the rat talks back, then they tell us what's gonna happen.
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 Punxsutaney, I'm Phil Connors.
Don't mess with me, porkchop.
Morons, your bus is leaving.
Ya, uh, three cheeseburgers, two large fries, two chocolate shakes, one large coke, and some flapjacks. Too early for flapjacks?
You look terrific. You look very very terrific.
A gust of wind. A dog barks. Cue the truck. Exit Herman. Walk into the bank. Exit Felix, and stand there with a not-so-bright look on your face. All right Dorris, come one. Hey fix your bra honey. Felix! How you doin Dorris? Can I have a roll of quarters? Ten, nine, eight, car, six, five, quarters, three, two...
Ned, I would love to stand here and talk to you, but I'm not going to.
I'm a god. I'm a god, not the God. I didn't just survive one wreck, I wasn't just blown up yesterday. I have been stabbed, shot, #@!$@&@&, frozen, hung, @#@&&#@&#&@& and burned. Every morning I wake up without a scratch on me, not a dent in the fender. I'm immortal.
You gotta want it.