Harold quotes from Hey Arnold!

Harold

Ow!

Sorry, Harold. I didn't see you under there.

Harold

That's 'cause I didn't want you to see me, Arnold. I'm hiding.

From whom?

Harold

From Sid and Stinky, and everybody else who saw that stupid jerk Patty beat me at arm-wrestling.

What are you talking about, Harold? Patty's not a jerk, she's your friend.

Harold

She was my friend, Arnold, until she beat me.

So, what if she beat you? What's the big deal?

Harold

I'll tell you what the big deal is, Arnold. An hour ago, I was arm-wrestling king. And now? Now, I'm just a big wuss, that everybody's making fun of 'cause I lost to a girl.

That's completely ridiculous. I mean, who cares if Patty's a girl? She's a really good arm wrestler. Just tell Sid and Stinky to stop acting dumb.

Harold

You're not listening, Arnold! Those guys are never gonna let me live this down. Not unless I beat Patty!

Hey, Harold, what are you doing down there? Hiding from Big Patty?

You're afraid the girl's gonna find ya, and beat you up again?

Harold

See? I told you, Arnold! [sobs] What am I gonna do?

Well, if that's important to you to beat her, I guess you could just practice and work harder.

Harold

Practice? What are you talking about?

Harold

Please, Patty, please — you just got to help me. You gotta let me arm wrestle you in public and beat you. Otherwise, I'll be the laughingstock of P.S. 118, forever and ever and ever.

I won't let you beat me at arm wrestling, Harold.

Harold

How about thumb wrestling?

I do not think so.

Harold

Oh, come on, Patty, you got to do this for me, because we're friends. And if you don't, Sid and Stinky wouldn't have left me alone. They'd keep bugging me, and calling me names, and giving me lipstick, and my life will be over! [sobs loudly]

Harold, get off the ground, and stop crying. It's pathetic.

Harold

[stops sobbing] Okay. I'm sorry.

Look, Harold, if you really want me to help you, then I guess I will, but not by letting you win. I'll help you by showing you my techniques, and then if you are lucky, you just might learn a thing or two, and maybe you'll even be able to beat me in the tournament.

Harold

Oh, thank you, thank you, Patty, thank you! You're the greatest! You're the best friend a guy ever had!

Please, calm down, Harold.

Harold

I guess this is it.

Yup.

Harold

Well! Good luck, Patty, and may the best man, or girl, win.

You mean that, Harold?

Harold

Uh-huh. I was thinking about what you've said, and... Well! You're right— it doesn't matter if I'd lose to a girl, especially as good an arm wrestler and as good a friend as you, Patty.

Thanks, Harold.

Harold

No problem. Now, look out, because I'm going to give you my best game.

I'll look forward to it, Harold.

Harold

So what if I'd lost to a girl?! Patty is the Best Arm Wrestler in the whole city, and she's my friend. I'm proud to lose to her. And if anyone has a problem with that, I'll pound them!

Oh...

Harold

Come on, Patty. What do you say you and me get out here? Maybe we can go see that Shy Stallion movie.

I like that, Harold.

[passing the graveyard] Look, fellers. We're passing the bone-yard.

Harold

Hurry up, you guys! This place is gives me the creeps! It's full of dead people!

Well, you might as well get used to it, on the count of we'll probably all be buried here someday.

Harold

Okay maybe, but that won't happen for a long, long time. Right?

But we have to do something, we can't just stay in here forever.

Harold

Sure we can, these guys did. [points at two dead corpses]

But they're dead.

What's your point?

Phoebe

Until three days ago, I was Phoebe Heyerdahl, fourth grader, straight-A student, and a good friend to a lot of you. But then something happened. [nervously] I accidentally... uh, well, I accidentally passed... went... [furiously] Heck, I'm just gonna say it! I farted! [the kids whistle and laugh] Yes, that's right! I "let one rip", I "honked a big jobber", "blew the tuba", "popped a whopper"! [the kids stop laughing as she gets serious] You all thought it was pretty funny. I guess if I were in your shoes, I'd think it was kind of funny too, but ever since then, I've gone from being Phoebe Heyerdahl to just "that girl who farted", and I don't think it's fair, because I'm more than that! If you ask me, I don't have anything to be ashamed of. I think you're the ones that should be ashamed! [leaves the stage]

Principal Wartz

Well, folks, I for one applaud Miss Heyerdahl for having the courage to stand up for herself, and I think you should, too. What do you say, gang?

Harold

I got something to say. Phoebe's a farter! Phoebe's a farter! [Laughs, then, quite suddenly, he wets his pants] Uh-oh.

Look! Harold wet his pants! [the kids laugh]

Harold wet his pants.

Harold

[bawls and fleeing the room] Mommy! Mommy!

Harold

[offscreen] OH, NO!