Back in high school, part of my circle of friends was this cat who used to quote movies all the time - sometimes at awesome, appropriate times with brilliant results, and sometimes at inappropriate times. He was also very enthusiastic and sometimes loud. He was a lot of fun.
Anyway, it was around nine o'clock at night in a theater parking lot. We had just seen a movie, and our group was always prone to hanging out in parking lots until really late at night, just hanging out and shooting the shit. I wish I could remember the context of the quote... but at one point, my movie-quoting buddy goes into a Mallrats tirade, and shouts out "You know what? There is no Easter Bunny! That's just a guy in a suit!"
Just then, a family of four turned the corner. Dead fucking silence, followed by a heart-wrenching "...what about Santa Claus?"
He felt so unbearably bad.
We gave him so much shit for the next year.