A young Greek woman falls in love with a non-Greek and struggles to get her family to accept him while she comes to terms with her heritage and cultural identity.

Aunt Voula: What do you mean he don't eat no meat?
[the entire room stops, in shock]
Aunt Voula: Oh, that's okay. I make lamb.
Toula Portokalos: Ma, Dad is so stubborn. What he says goes. "Ah, the man is the head of the house!"
Maria Portokalos: Let me tell you something, Toula. The man is the head, but the woman is the neck. And she can turn the head any way she wants.
[repeated line]
[whenever anyone has an ailment]
Gus Portokalos: Put some Windex.
Gus Portokalos: You know, the root of the word Miller is a Greek word. Miller come from the Greek word "milo," which is mean "apple," so there you go. As many of you know, our name, Portokalos, is come from the Greek word "portokali," which mean "orange." So, okay? Here tonight, we have, ah, apple and orange. We all different, but in the end, we all fruit.
Aunt Voula: [to Ian's parents] Now, you are family. Okay. All my life, I had a lump at the back of my neck, right here. Always, a lump. Then I started menopause and the lump got bigger from the "hormonees." It started to grow. So I go to the doctor, and he did the bio... the b... the... the bios... the... b... the "bobopsy." Inside the lump he found teeth and a spinal cord. Yes. Inside the lump was my twin.
[upon receiving a bundt cake from Mrs. Miller]
Maria Portokalos: It's a cake! I know! Thank you! Thank you very, very much.
[whispering to Aunt Freida]
Maria Portokalos: There's a hole in this cake!
Nick Portokalos: Don't let your past dictate who you are, but let it be part of who you will become.
Toula Portokalos: Nick that's beautiful.
Nick Portokalos: Yeah that dear Abby really knows what she's talking about.
Toula Portokalos: I had to go to Greek school, where I learned valuable lessons such as, "If Nick has one goat and Maria has nine, how soon will they marry?"
Gus Portokalos: Kimono, kimono, kimono. Ha! Of course! Kimono is come from the Greek word himona, is mean winter. So, what do you wear in the wintertime to stay warm? A robe. You see: robe, kimono. There you go!
Maria Portokalos: Toula, 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: Eww. Please let that be the end of your speech.
Nick Portokalos: I've never seen my sister this happy, Ian. If you hurt her, I'll kill you and make it look like an accident.
Toula Portokalos: There are three things that every Greek woman must do in life: marry Greek boys, make Greek babies, and feed everyone.
Toula Portokalos: I woke up with this huge zit this morning.
Ian Miller: Where?
Toula Portokalos: [points to spot on face] There.
Ian Miller: I had a huge zit this morning!
Toula Portokalos: Really? Where?
Ian Miller: [points to his face] Well, it was there, but it's gone now.
Toula Portokalos: Why?
Ian Miller: I put some Windex on it.
Ian Miller: How do you say "thank you" in Greek?
[Nick tells him a Greek phrase: "Oréa viziá." Ian repeats it]
Ian Miller: [English translation] Nice boobs.
Maria Portokalos: We must let Kosta think this was his idea.
Aunt Voula: All right, I know.
Maria Portokalos: That he came up with it.
Aunt Voula: All right.
Toula Portokalos: Ma, he's gonna figure it out.
Maria Portokalos: Don't you worry.
Aunt Voula: Okay, I know what to do you.
Maria Portokalos: You don't know what to do. You talk, talk, talk, all the time!
Aunt Voula: Do you want my help?
Maria Portokalos: Yes, I want your help!
Aunt Voula: Tell me what to say. But don't tell me what to say.
Maria Portokalos: Perfect!
Harriet Miller: How are we supposed to know what's going on?
Rodney Miller: It's all Greek to me.
Nick Portokalos: Listen, you know. I really think you should say: eho tria orchidea. It means: everyone, let's come in the house. I think everybody will really like it.
Ian Miller: [mispronouncing] Eho tria orchidea?
Nick Portokalos: Yeah! That's good! Very good! You got it!
Ian Miller: I'm not falling for that again, Nick.
Nick Portokalos: What?
Ian Miller: Yeah, what. Angelo? How do you say: everyone, let's go into the house?
Angelo: Eho tria orchidea!
Nick Portokalos: Hum?
Ian Miller: Everyone: eho tria orchidea!
[in Greek: "I have three testicles!" - everybody laughs and Taki looks at Ian's crotch, surprised]
Gus Portokalos: There are two kinds of people - Greeks, and everyone else who wish they was Greek.
Toula Portokalos: [Seeing her cousins walk into the restaurant arguing] My cousins have two volumes; Loud and Louder!
Nikki: WHAT is going on? Mr. Pottery class... nice to meet ya.
Aunt Voula: Ian, I'm Aunt Voula. Let me touch your hair. Oh, oh oh.
Toula Portokalos: Umm Aunt Voula.
Aunt Voula: Ok Ok. Why don't you come to my house and I cook for you
Toula Portokalos: That may be a problem.
Aunt Voula: Why it a problem? Don't you tell him I'm the best cook in the family?
Toula Portokalos: Oh, I did.
Ian Miller: Twice!
[they laugh]
Toula Portokalos: Ian is a vegetarian. He doesn't eat meat.
Aunt Voula: He don't eat no meat?
Toula Portokalos: No, he doesn't eat meat.
[the room goes silent]
Aunt Voula: Oh that's ok, That's ok, I make lamb!
Ian Miller: May I please date your daughter?
Gus Portokalos: NO!
Toula Portokalos: [narrating] My dad believed in two things: That Greeks should educate non Greeks about being Greek and every ailment from psoriasis to poison ivy can be cured with Windex.
[during Ian's baptism]
Nick Portokalos: See? This isn't so bad.
Toula Portokalos: Are you kidding? Any second now he's gonna look at me and go, "Ha. Yeah, right, you're so not worth this."
Nick Portokalos: Yes, you are.
[repeated line]
Gus Portokalos: Give me a word, any word, and I show you that the root of that word is Greek.
Yianni: Ian, if you're gonna be in this family, I get you some earplugs because the Portokalos women, if they're not nagging someone... THEY DIE!
Toula Portokalos: Ah, you're in so much trouble when I tell my sister!
Athena: Tell me what?
Toula Portokalos: Nice Greek girls are supposed to do three things in life: marry Greek boys, make Greek babies, and feed everyone... until the day we die.
Gus Portokalos: [crying] Why you want to leave me?
Toula Portokalos: I'm not leaving you! Don't you want me to do something with my life?
Gus Portokalos: Yes! Get married, make babies! You look so... old!
[first lines]
Gus Portokalos: [to Toula] You better get married soon. You're starting to look... old!
[Toula is wearing a fancy dress for a secret date with Ian]
Gus Portokalos: Where are you going?
Toula Portokalos: I'm taking a pottery class.
Gus Portokalos: Ah! The Greeks invented pottery. Hmph.
Angelo: Hey Ian, we're gonna kill ya! Opa!
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.
Aunt Voula: Toula. Toula! You're engaged. You're engaged-We never think this would happen for you. Never. *Never.* Taki, didn't we say that...
Uncle Taki: We never think this day would come. Never
[Ian reads the wedding invitation]
Ian Miller: My parents' names are Rodney and Harriet.
Toula Portokalos: [horrified] Rodney and HARRY!
Nick Portokalos: We didn't notice, so maybe they won't.
Maria Portokalos: Where did you go?
Nick Portokalos: Nowhere.
Maria Portokalos: What did you do?
Nick Portokalos: Nothing.
Maria Portokalos: Who did you see?
Nick Portokalos: No one.
Toula Portokalos: [Pointing to Ian's bruised nose] What happened? Biker fight? nose job? What?
Ian Miller: Uh... yeah.
Toula Portokalos: No, really.
Ian Miller: You don't want to know.
Toula Portokalos: Oh I don't know. If I had survived an old lady ass-kicking I would want to brag about it.
Toula Portokalos: Why?... Why do you love me?
Ian Miller: Because I came alive when I met you
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.
[seeing herself in her wedding gown for the first time]
Toula Portokalos: I'm a snow beast!
Maria Portokalos: Nicko! Don't play with the food! When I was your age, we didn't have food!
[last lines]
Paris Miller: Mom, I want to go to Brownies.
Toula Portokalos: I know. I know. But I promise you this. You can marry anybody you want.
Ian Miller: [to Toula] Ah, thanks, baby.
[to Paris]
Ian Miller: Greek school. Pame! What's that mean?
Paris Miller: Let's go.
Ian Miller: Let's go.
Toula Portokalos: That's pretty good.
Ian Miller: Looking good, Gus.
Toula Portokalos: Hi, dad.
Gus Portokalos: Where you going?
Toula Portokalos: Greek school.
Toula Portokalos: If nagging were an Olympic sport, my Aunt Voula would win a gold medal!
Toula Portokalos: [narrating] We told my grandma the war was over, but she still slept with a knife under her pillow.
Maria Portokalos: [angry] What is wrong with Toula going to school downtown?
Gus Portokalos: Is drugs downtown!
Maria Portokalos: What are you saying? Are you saying Toula will get involved with drugs?
Gus Portokalos: No. But somebody will say to her: take this bag down to the bus depot, and she'll do it!
Maria Portokalos: She is not stupid! She's smart!
Gus Portokalos: I know she's smart. So what for she needs more school? She's smart enough for a girl.
Maria Portokalos: [indignated] Oh! You think you're smarter than me, huh?
Gus Portokalos: No, I... I mean... You... you know...
Maria Portokalos: [angry] What? What you mean? I run the restaurant, I cook, I clean, I wash for you *and* I raise three kids *and* I teach Sunday school, you know? It's lucky for me I have you to tie my shoes!
Gus Portokalos: Maria!
[Maria leaves the room, slamming the door, and smiles at Toula]
Aunt Voula: [Watching Ian dance at the reception] Oh, Taki... he looks Greek.
Maria Portokalos: Ian, are you hungry?
Ian Miller: Uh no, I already ate.
Maria Portokalos: Okay, I make you something.
Toula Portokalos: [Watching her sister come into the restuarant with her kids] My sister married young and became a Greek Baby Breeding Machine!
Gus Portokalos: [describing Ian Miller] A xeno with big, long, hair on top of his head!
[repeated line]
Yiayia: [in Greek] Bloodthirsty Turks!
Ian Miller: What do you do for Christmas with your family?
Toula Portokalos: Uh, my mom makes roast lamb.
Ian Miller: Mmm... with mint jelly?
Toula Portokalos: No.
Ian Miller: And...?
Toula Portokalos: And...
Toula Portokalos: I'm Greek, right?
Ian Miller: Right?
Toula Portokalos: So, what happens is my dad and uncles, they fight over who gets to eat the lamb brain. And then my aunt Voula forks the eyeball and chases me around with it, try to get me to eat it, 'cause it's gonna make me smart. So, you have two cousins, I have 27 first cousins. Just 27 first cousins alone! And my whole family is big and loud. And everybody is in each other's lives and business. All the time! Like, you never just have a minute alone, just to think, 'Cause we're always together, just eating, eating, eating! The only other people we know are Greeks, 'cause Greeks marry Greeks to breed more Greeks, to be loud breeding Greek eaters.
Ian Miller: Wow.
Ian Miller: I know this great place... Zorba something... anyway, I'd love to take you there if you'd like to go.
Toula Portokalos: Uh, that place, Dancing Zorba's...
Ian Miller: Dancing Zorba's!
Toula Portokalos: My family kinda owns that place.
Ian Miller: [looking at her closely] I remember you. You're that waitress.
Toula Portokalos: Seating hostess.
Ian Miller: I remember you.
Toula Portokalos: Look, I was going through a phase. I was Frump Girl.
Ian Miller: I don't remember Frump Girl, but I remember you.
Toula Portokalos: [about her brother] My brother Nick has two jobs; one to cook and to marry a Greek Virgin.
Athena: I'm going to the Jewel. Listen, I'll get you some pantyhose.
Maria Portokalos: No queen size. They make me look fat.
Gus Portokalos: Oh, Mrs. White! You find my mama *again*! You know, she come from Greece. The country I come from too...
Mrs. White: [interrupting] For Godsake, I know! Listen. Keep your mother off my lawn, out of my basement
Mrs. White: And away from my roof!
Gus Portokalos: Look who's back, everyone!
Aunt Voula: [after Taki suggests that Toula is okay] What ok? She no Ok! Athena is married with three children!
Mike: [Leaving Dancing Zorba's] Come on, let's go, I'm giving a pop quiz and I can't wait to hear the groans!
Ian Miller: Wow! You're mean! I give a test on Hamlet but I give fair warning!
Nick Portokalos: Hello ladies, fresh baklava!
[takes picture]
Nikki: [girls scream] Nick, give me the camera!
Nick Portokalos: Toula! Toula, help me, c'mon!
Nikki: No boys allowed!
Nick Portokalos: Oh, nice mustache, Nikki!
Nikki: Thank you!
Gus Portokalos: Niko, let's go, let's go.
Nick Portokalos: Dad, is that my tux?
Gus Portokalos: No, this one.
Toula Portokalos: Nick, go to the airport and pick up the band!
Nick Portokalos: Okay, okay.
Gus Portokalos: Hey, what is that thing?
Aunt Lexy: It's a mosquito bite.
Cousin Jennie: [runs, bumps into Nick] I've got the coverup!
Nick Portokalos: [as the girls girls cheer and leave ] You're all nuts!
Maria Portokalos: I gave you life so that you could live it.
Maria Portokalos: [Gus is brooding in the family room and Maria has turned on all the lights] ENOUGH! ENOUGH!
[He gets up to leave]
Maria Portokalos: Don't you walk away from me! Sit down! Sit down!
[He sits on the couch]
Maria Portokalos: It's done! They fell in love!
Gus Portokalos: How could she do this to me?
Aunt Voula: Nikki, how come you no come to curler my hairs this morning?
Nikki: Ma! I had to drop Dimos at work. And now, I gotta go open the travel agency, because, you know, some jag-off and his big-ass girlfriend are too busy.
Angelo: Ma! Tell her I open up the dry cleaners every day, and I think it's about time she did something for a change.
Nikki: Excuse me? Do you know who's at the dry cleaner this morning? My husband is at the dry cleaner!
Angelo: You're always at the beauty parlor, with your nails and your hair and everything.
Nikki: Don't you talk about my hair! You are so lazy! You and your big-ass girlfriend do nothing!
Angelo: Did somebody sit on your hair? I mean, it looks a little flat there.
Nikki: Angelo... bite me!
Aunt Voula: Disgusting! Be a lady!
Gus Portokalos: Anyways, I tell her I will send her to Greece to find somebody.
Uncle Taki: She not too old. In Greece you don't tell anybody how old she is!
Aunt Voula: Ah, there you go!
Gus Portokalos: She don't want to go!
Uncle Taki, Aunt Voula: [Shocked] She don't want to go?
Gus Portokalos: No! It's like, it's like she don't want to get married!
[He crosses himself]
Uncle Taki, Aunt Voula: [Crossing themselves] No, No, No!
Gus Portokalos: It is YOUR LUCKY DAY... to be baptized into the Greek Orthodox Church!
Toula Portokalos: [narration] My family is big and loud but they're my family. We fight and we laugh and yes, we roast lamb on a spit in the front yard. And where ever I go, what ever I do they will always be there.
Aunt Lexy: [meeting Ian on Easter] Christ is risen for sure if Toula found a husband!
Ian Miller: You're that waitress.
Toula Portokalos: Seating hostess, actually.

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