Leprechaun Movie Quotes

On Slavery: The saddest slap in the face is we have NO monument, no real statues or memorials, no special day of Atonement or Remembrance (NOT ONE), no thanks for 400+ years of free labor, forced servitude across the Trans-Atlantic, ass beatings, buying ourselves and families out of slavery, rape and plunder...but everyone else has monuments, special museums, and even movies. This is what America thinks of black people, so-called black president and all, who has been largely silent on this subject...we'll even celebrate Leprechauns, Easter Bunnies, and Secretary's Day before we acknowledge our history.

Because I know there is still a wonderful person inside this big grouch standing in front of me.” Jake sighed. “I’m not a grouch.” “Please,” Naomi said with a gentle smile. “You’re so grouchy Oscar would call you his homeboy.” Jake rolled his eyes. “You’re so grouchy if they made a movie about you they would call it Grouch-zilla,” Naomi continued, stepping even closer, tapping her finger to the center of his chest. “You’re so grouchy, that if you were a leprechaun your name would be Snarly McGrouchyPot the Third.” “McGrouchyPot,” Jake repeated with a raised brow. “McGrouchyPot the Third,” she corrected with a straight face. “Knight of the Cranky Britches.

I’m talking mashed potatoes. Roast potatoes. Sweet potatoes. Potato casserole. Those thinly sliced potatoes with that cheese sauce on them. Potato salad, even.” “Jimmy?” Dallas says with a startlingly sweet smile. “Yeah?” “Shut the hell up about potatoes.” “But they’re the best part of Thanksgiving dinner! Everyone knows that.” “It’s my Irish blood, makes me love the things. Can’t get enough of ‘em.” “Binge-watching Collin Farrell movies while youeat Lucky Charms doesn’t make you Irish, dumbass,” he grouches. “I dress up for St. Patrick’s day, too,” Triple J responds, defensive. I swivel from where I’m removing my shin guards to peer at him. “What the hell do you dress up as for St. Patrick’s day?” He shakes his head at me like I’m incredibly stupid for asking this. “A leprechaun, of course.” Dallas grins. “Surely you don’t even need a costume for that one.