MY BIG FAT GREEK WEDDING
|Maria Portokalos: The men
may be the head of the house but the women are the neck and they can turn
the head anyway they want.
Toula Portokalos: My mom was always cooking food filled with warmth and wisdom, and never forgetting that sidedish of steaming hot guilt!
Toula Portokalos: If nagging was an Olympic sport, my Aunt Voulah would have a gold medal.
Toula Portokalos: Nice Greek girls do three things. Marry Greek boys. Make Greek babies. Feed everybody until the day we die.
Toula Portokalos:Our purpose is to breed more loud breeding Greek eaters.
Toula Portokalos: A couple
of years later my dad brought his mother over from Greece to live with
us—because we weren’t weird enough.
Toula Portokalos: My brother has two jobs... to cook, and to marry a Greek virgin.
Angelo: Hey Ian, we're gonna kill ya! Opah!
Gus Portokalos: [to Ian,
in Greek] When my people were developing philosophy, your people were
still swinging from trees.
Maria Portokalos: I gave you life so you could live it.
Toula Portokalos: [Pointing
to Ian's bruised nose] What happened? Biker fight? nose job? What?
Maria Portokalos: Nicko! Don't play with food! When I was your age, I didn't have food!
Aunt Voula: [upon learning Ian is a vegetarian] What do you mean, you don't eat no meat? ... That's okay. I'll make lamb.
Gus Portokalos: Miller is from the Greek root for ‘apple.’ Our name means orange. That mean tonight we have an apple and orange. We’re all different. But in the end. We all fruit.
Maria Portokalos: Touvla,
On my wedding night, my mother, she said to me, "Greek women, we may be
lambs in the kitchen, but we are tigers in the bedroom.
Toula Portokalos: When I was
growing up, I knew I was different. The other girls were blonde and delicate,
and I was a swarthy six-year-old with sideburns.
Gus Portokalos: There are two kinds of people - Greeks, and everyone else who wish they was Greek.
Harriet Miller: How are we
supposed to know what's going on?
Aunt Voula: You family now,
so I tell you a story. All my life...I have this lump on the back of my
neck. When I reach the menopause, the lump get bigger. I go to the doctor,
and he performs a...bo-bobopsy. And inside the lump, he finds teeth, and
a spinal column. The lump...it was my twin.
Toula Portokalos: Nice Greek girls who don't find a husband, work in the family restaurant. So here I am, day after day, year after year, thirty and way past my expiration date.
[Toula is wearing a fancy
dress for a secret date with Ian]
Thia Voula: I could snap you like a chicken.
Gus Portokalos: Didn't I say it was a mistake to educate women?
Maria Portakalos:You know, it's lucky for me I have you to tie my shoes
Angelo: Did somebody sit on your hair?
Nikki: Well, well...If it isn't Mr. Pottery Class himself.
Gus Portakalos: Say any word,
and I'll tell you how the root of that word is Greek.
Maria Portakalos: [whispering] This cake has a hole in it.
[Whenever anyone has an ailment.]
[During Ian's baptism.]
Ian Miller: May I please date
Toula Portakalos: I'm a snow
Don't let your past dictate who you are, but let it be part of who you will become.
Are you hungry?
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