Michael:
"We tried to figure where to take you last night, but you kept saying, "Why-oh, why-oh, why-oh did I ever leave Ohio?"."
Frankie:
"That's a damn good question. Why did I leave?"
Troy:
"You can tell the men from the boys by the price of their toys."
Frankie:
"[after hearing his daughter's answering machine saying "We're not in"]
But what does "we" mean?"
Bobby:
"[impossibly sarcastic]
I think it's the plural form, meaning "more than one." Would you like me to conjugate that for you, Pop? Do you know what "conjugate" means, Dad?"
Michael:
"Sandy, you keep leaving the soap on the shower floor, and it keeps getting gross and squishy, and then it just disappears. And this was my favorite soap-on-a-rope, and look at this...it's just rope."
Sandy:
"Gosh, Michael, what a gut-wrenching tragedy. Get Jerry Lewis on the phone, we'll get a tel-a-thon going."
Michael:
"Putting those ships into those bottles, that's got to take a lot of patience, intelligence, skill, and talent."
The Harbor Master:
"I bought this for a buck from a nine-year-old girl."
Michael:
"Wow, shrewd and thrifty, too."
Sandy:
"[about her surfer engagement ring] It's a good thing you're not a plumber, or I'd be wearing a toilet bowl on my hand!"
Bobby:
"Mom, was I adopted, and if not, can I be now?"
Bobby:
"I know exactly what's in there. It's been in there every single day of my life. It's peanut butter, isn't it, Mom? ISN'T IT?"
Announcer:
"You must represent darkness, evil, and godless communism."
Bobby:
"You forgot"
Frankie:
"Shhh...I think I hear something."
Bobby:
"You mean she's making noise in her own apartment? They just go nuts in California, huh dad?"
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