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Home Alone 2: Lost in New York

Home Alone 2: Lost in New York is a 1992 film, the sequel to Home Alone, about the continuing adventures of a young boy who is left behind by his family during the holidays.

Directed by Chris Columbus. Written by John Hughes.
He's Up Past His Bedtime In The City That Never Sleeps.

Kevin McCallisterEdit

  • You can mess with a lot of things, but you can't mess with kids on Christmas.
  • [To Harry and Marv] Don't you know a kid always wins against two idiots?
  • Sick!
  • [imitates his father with a his Talkboy in slow motion] Howdy-do. This is Peter McCallister, the father. I'd like a hotel room, please, with an extra large bed, a TV, and one of those little refrigerators you have to open with a key. Credit card? You got it.
  • (After realizing he's in the Big Apple) Yikes! I did it again!
  • My family's in Florida, and I'm in New York. [in the verge of happiness] My family's... in Florida...? I'm in... New York?
  • My tie's in the bathroom. I can't go in there, 'cause Uncle Frank's taking a shower. He says if I walked in there and saw him naked, I'd grow up never feeling like a real man, whatever that means.
  • This is it. No turning back. Another Christmas in the trenches.

Peter McCallisterEdit

  • [last line] KEVIN!! YOU SPENT $967 ON ROOM SERVICE?!!

Frank McCallisterEdit

  • [snatches a can of Coke out of Fuller's hand] Hey, hey, easy on the fluids, pal! The rubber sheets are packed. [takes a sip of the Coke himself]
  • Get outta here, you nosy little pervert, or I'm gonna slap you silly!
  • Ohhh, you're cookin', Frankie!
  • [as he and the others look at their motel in surprise] Didn't look this bad on our honeymoon.
  • I know I shouldn't complain about a free trip, but jeez, you guys give the worst gol-dern wake up calls!

HarryEdit

  • Yep, there's nobody dumb enough to knock off a toy store on Christmas Eve.
  • [points a gun at Kevin] I never made it to the sixth grade, kid. And it doesn't look like you're gonna, either.

MarvEdit

  • At midnight tonight, we're hittin' Duncan's Toy Chest. 5 floors of cash!
  • [to Kevin] SUCK BRICK, KID! [throws a brick, but misses]
  • Harry, I've reached the top! [falls down a hole]

Mr. HectorEdit

  • [upon discovering that the McCallisters' credit card was "stolen"] Bingo!
  • [tries to convince Kate not to go out to find Kevin] Madam, there are hundreds of parasites out there, armed to the teeth... [Kate slaps him] Do bundle up. It's awfully cold outside.

DialogueEdit

Kate: What kind of hotel allows a child to check in alone?
Mrs. Stone: The boy had a very convincing story.
Kate: What kind of idiots do you have working here?!
Mrs. Stone: The finest in New York.

[Harry and Marv, who have escaped from prison, have arrived in New York in a fish truck]
Harry: Here we are, Marv. New York City, the Land of Opportunity. [Takes a deep breath] Smell that?
Marv: [Takes a deep breath] Yeah.
Harry: Know what that is?
Marv: Fish.
Harry: It's freedom.
Marv: No, it's fish.
Harry: It's freedom, and it's money.
Marv: Okay, okay, it's freedom.
Harry:: Come on, let's get out of here before someone sees us. [He leaves the truck]
Marv: And it's fish. [He leaves]

Cop: Well, Mr. Duncan, it's all over with. We apprehended the thieves, and recovered your money.
Duncan: Good. I wanna get that money over to the Children's Hospital as soon as possible.
Cop: Yo, I'll handle it personally.
Duncan: Ah! Thank you very much!

Harry: Yeah. We stay around for a while, grab a couple of phony passports and then hightail it to some foreign country.
Marv: Arizona? [He uses a sticky glove to steal some coins from a Santa Claus' bucket]
Harry: That's very smart, Marv. You bust outta jail to rob 14 cents from a Santa Claus?
Marv: Every little bit helps. Besides, now we've got our new nicknames: We're the Sticky Bandits!
Harry: [sarcastically] Real cute.

Johnny: Hold it right there!
Susie: It's me, Johnny.
Johnny: I knew it was you. I could smell ya gettin' off the elevator!
Susie: It's gardenias, Johnny. Your favorite.
Johnny: You was here last night too, wasn't ya?
Susie: I was singin' at the Blue Monkey last night.
Johnny: You was here...and you was smoochin' with my brother!
Susie: That's a dirty, rotten lie, Johnny.
Johnny: Don't gimme that. You been smoochin' with everybody! Snuffy, Al, Leo, Little Moe with the gimpy leg, Cheeks, Bony Bob, Cliff... I could go on forever, baby!
Susie: You've got me all wrong!
Johnny: All right. I believe ya. [extracts his Tommy Gun] But my Tommy Gun don't!
Susie: Johnny! You're the only duck in my pond!
Johnny: Get down on your knees and tell me ya love me.
Susie: Baby, I'm over the moon for ya!
Johnny: Ya gotta do better than that!
Susie: If my love was an ocean, Lindy'd have to take 2 airplanes to get across it!
Johnny: Maybe I'm off my hinges, but I believe ya. That's why I'm gonna let ya go. I'm gonna give ya 'til the count of 3 to get your lousy, lyin', low-down 4-flushin' carcass out my door! 1... 2...
[Johnny shoots Susie while laughing maniacally, as usual]
Johnny: 3! Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal! [quickly shoots repeatedly] And a Happy New Year. [shoots once more]

Johnny: Hold it right there!
Mr. Hector: This is the Concierge, sir.
Johnny: I knew it was you. I could smell ya getting off the elevator! You was here last night too, wasn't ya?
Mr. Hector: Yes, sir. I was.
Johnny: You was here...and you was smoochin' with my brother.
Mr. Hector: But...I'm afraid you're mistaken, sir.
Johnny: Don't gimme that. You been smoochin' with everybody! Snuffy, Al, Leo, Little Moe with the gimpy leg, Cheeks, Bony Bob, Cliff...
[The security guard, who's name tag reads "Cliff," gasps with a shocked look on his face and the rest of the staff stares shockingly at him]
Cliff: No. It's a lie!
Johnny: I could go on forever, baby.
Mr. Hector: I'm terribly sorry, sir, but I'm afraid you're mistaken. We're looking for a young man.
Johnny: All right. I believe you. [extracts his gun] But my Tommy gun don't!
[Mr. Hector gives a confused look]
Johnny: Get down on your knees and tell me you love me.
Mr. Hector: On your knees.
[the entire staff gets down on their knees]
Mr. Hector: I love you!
[Kevin snickers quietly and unmutes the T.V.]
Johnny: Ya gotta do better than that!
Mr. Hector, Cedric, Mrs. Stone, and Cliff: I love you!
Johnny: Maybe I'm off my hinges, but I believe ya. That's why I'm gonna let ya go. I'm gonna give ya 'til the count of 3 to get your lousy, lyin', low-down, 4-flushin' carcass out my door! 1... 2...!
[Johnny shoots as the staff ducks from the room, and several hotel guests notice]
Johnny: 3! [while Kevin mouths him] Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal! [shoots again] And a Happy New Year. [shoots once more]
Mr. Hector [as the staff crawls out] Stay in your rooms! This is an emergency! There's an insane guest with a gun!

Harry: [after catching Kevin] Come to Papa!
Marv: Round trip to Miami? What's the matter, kid? Get on the wrong plane, squirt?
Harry: Looks like you won't be needin' this, kid. [takes the ticket and rips it]
Marv: American don't fly to the promised land, little buddy.

[the family passes Kevin's bag around from Peter all the way to Fuller]
Peter: Give this to Kevin.
Kate: Give this to Kevin.
Leslie: Give this to Kevin.
Tracy: Give this to Kevin.
Linnie: Kevin.
Buzz: Give this to Kevin.
Rod: Give this to Kevin.
Sondra: Give this to Kevin.
Megan: Give this to Kevin.
Jeff: Give this to Kevin.
Brooke: Give this to Kevin.
Fuller: Here you go, Kevin.
[but instead of Kevin, Fuller notices 2 elderly people, so he passes the bag around to the others]
Fuller: Kevin's not here.
Brooke: Kevin's not here.
Jeff: Kevin's not here.
Megan: Kevin's not here.
Sondra: Kevin's not here.
Rod: Kevin's not here.
Linnie: Kevin's not here.
Tracy: Kevin's not here.
Leslie: Kevin's not here.
Kate: Kevin's not here.
[she hands the bag to Peter, who suddenly reacts]
Peter: What?!
[Kate only reacts by laughing, until...]
Kate: KEVIN?!!
[she faints]

Cedric: You know, Herbert Hoover once stayed on this floor.
Kevin: The vacuum guy?
Cedric: No, the, uh, president.

Harry: [opens the cash register in Duncan's Toy Chest and steals money from it] Merry Christmas, Harry!
Marv: [opens a chest stuffed with cash and steals it] Happy Hanukkah, Marv!

Marv: My, how the tables have turned.
Harry: How do you like the ice, kid? Let's take a little stroll in the park.

Peter and Kate: [get out of bed in surprise upon noticing they woke up late, like in the previous movie] WE DID IT AGAIN! [jump out of bed and shriek]

Mrs. Stone: Can I help you?
Kevin: A reservation for McCallister?
Mrs. Stone: A reservation for yourself?
Kevin: Ma'am, my feet are hardly touching the ground. I'm barely able to look over the counter. How can I make a reservation for a hotel room? Think about it. A kid coming into a hotel, making a reservation? I don't think so.

Harry: Sonny!
Kevin: Yes?
Harry: Nothing would thrill me more greatly than to shoot you. Knocking off a youngster ain't gonna mean all that much to me. Understand? But since we're in a hurry, I'll make a deal with you: you throw down your camera and we won't hurt you. You'll never hear from us again. Okay?
Kevin: You promise?
Harry: I cross my heart and hope to die.
Kevin: Okay [picks up brick from pile behind him]
Harry: [he and Marv snicker] Okay, kid. Give it to me! [Kevin throws the brick at Marv hitting him on the forehead]

Kate: Do you have kids?
Officer: Yes, ma'am.
Kate: And what would you do if one of them was missing?
Officer: I'd probably be doing the same thing you're doing. Listen, put yourself in the kid's shoes. Where would you go?
Kate: Me? I'd probably be lying dead in a gutter somewhere. Oh, but not Kevin. No. Kevin is so much stronger and braver than I am. And I know Kevin's fine. I'm sure he is. But he's still all by himself in a big city, and he doesn't deserve that. He deserves to be at home, with his family, around his Christmas tree. [pauses] Oh, my God. I know where he is! I need to get to Rockefeller Center.
Officer: Hop in.

CastEdit

TaglinesEdit

  • He's Up Past His Bedtime In The City That Never Sleeps.
  • Yikes! I Did It Again!
  • First, He Was Home Alone, Now, He's Lost In New York.
  • Start Spreading The News... New York is a Real Scream!

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