This month marks the 25th anniversary of the release of Road House, and you’ll forgive us for not giving it the full-on celebratory treatment of Heathers or Say Anything — mainly because Road House is a terrible, terrible movie. But it’s also endlessly entertaining, one of the best good-bad movies of the 1980s (a decade that was lousy with them). But whenever this viewer thinks of Road House, it’s for one line: “You’re gonna be my regular Saturday-night thing, baby!” And in the spirit of that promise, this seemed as good a time as any to round up some of the cheesiest, corniest, and all-around cringe-inducing “romantic” lines from all of moviedom.
Plan Nine from Outer Space (1959)
Paula Trent: Be careful. Don’t worry about me.
Jeff Trent: Aw, you’re the only thing I do worry about! Forget about the flying saucers! They’re up there! But there’s something in that cemetery — and that’s too close for comfort.
Paula Trent: The saucers are up there (points), and the cemetery’s out there (points). But I’ll be locked up in there (points to her bedroom). Now, off to your wild blue yonders.