[Kevin scrambles back to his room after being unmasked for credit card fraud, with Hector and the hotel staff in hot pursuit. He plays back Angels with Filthier Souls on the VHS]
Johnny: Hold it right there! [Hector and the crew stop as Kevin forwards to the right sections and mutes the woman in the dialogue]
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...
[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]
Johnny: 3! [while Kevin mouths him from the emergency exit] Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal! [shoots again] And a Happy New Year. [shoots once more]
Mr. Hector: [as the staff crawls out; to the onlooking patrons] 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.
[Kate is informed by airport security that Kevin is on the run in New York]
Kate: [to everyone] We're going to New York, move it!
[the other McCallisters shout approval; everybody scrambles to pack]
Kate: He ran away when they asked about the card. He must be so scared, Peter.
Peter: I wonder if he'd know enough to go to my brother's place.
Kate: Aren't they in Paris?
Peter: Maybe they have a house sitter.
Kate: I thought you said they were renovating.
[Harry and Marv chase Kevin back to his uncle's apartment under renovation]
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 a brick from a 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]
[Duncan inspects the Wet Bandits' damage to his store]
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!
[an inspector walks up to him with a note]
Inspector: Excuse me, Mr. Duncan?
Inspector: [hands Duncan the note] I found this note. Looks like a kid broke your window.
[Duncan reads the note]
Kevin's voice: Dear Mr. Duncan, I broke your window to catch the bad guys. I'm sorry. Do you have insurance? If you don't, I'll send you some money, if I ever get back to Chicago. Merry Christmas, Kevin McCallister. P.S.: Thanks for the turtle doves.
Duncan: [smiles broadly] Turtle doves. Oh...
Kate: Do you have kids?
Cop: Yes, ma'am.
Kate: And what would you do if one of them was missing?
Cop: I'd probably be doing the same thing you're doing. Listen, put yourself in your 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.