Phil: Can I be serious with you with you for a minute? Rita: I don't know. Can you?
Catalog
Phil Connors
Phil: Something is... different. Rita: Good or bad? Phil: Anything different is good.
Rita: Are you drunk or something? Phil: Drunk is more fun.
Rita: It's beautiful. I don't know what to say. Phil: I do. Whatever happens tomorrow, or for the rest of my life, I'm happy now... because I love you.
You know, people like blood sausage, too. People are morons.
Rita: I like to see a man of advancing years throwing caution to the wind. It's inspiring in a way. Phil: My years are not advancing as fast as you might think.
Ned, I would love to stay here and talk with you...but I'm not going to.
Phil: You wanna throw up here, or you wanna throw up in the car? Ralph: I think...both.
Come on, all the long distance lines are down? What about the satellite? Is it snowing in space? Don't you have some kind of a line that you keep open for emergencies or for celebrities? I'm both. I'm a celebrity in an emergency.
There is no way that this winter is ever going to end as long as this groundhog keeps seeing his shadow. I don't see any other way out. He's got to be stopped. And I have to stop him.
Phil: So, did you sleep OK without me? You tossed and turned, didn't you? Rita: You're incredible. Phil: Who told you?
Phil: Why are you here? Rita: You said stay so I stayed. Phil: I can't even make a collie stay.
Rita: This day was perfect. You couldn't have planned a day like this. Phil: Well, you can. It just takes an awful lot of work.
Rita: [Phil has described several people in the diner] What about me, Phil? Do you know me, too? Phil: I know all about you. You like producing, but you hope for more than Channel 9 Pittsburgh. Rita: Well, everyone knows that! Phil: You like boats, but not the ocean. You go to a lake in the summer…
That was a pretty good day. Why couldn't I get that day over, and over, and over...
I was in the Virgin Islands once. I met a girl. We ate lobster, drank piña coladas. At sunset, we made love like sea otters. [Ralph and Gus snort]
Felix's Wife: Dr. Connors. I want to thank you for fixing Felix's back. He can even help around the house again. Phil: I'm sorry to hear that, Felix.
Phil: I have been stabbed, shot, poisoned, frozen, hung, electrocuted, and burned. Rita: Oh, really? Phil: ...and every morning I wake up without a scratch on me, not a dent in the fender... I am an immortal.
Rita: [as Phil kisses Rita over and over discovering that he has finally passed Groundhog Day] Phil, why weren't you like this last night? You just fell asleep. Phil: It was the end of a VERY long day.
Rita: Do you ever have déjà vu? Phil: Didn't you just ask me that?