
Raymond Hurdicure: So I hear dad's dead. Hey, is that egg nog?

Julia Biggs: Your mother would always tell me, "Girl, you need to get some meat on those bones. Henry ain't got nothing to grab on to back there!"
Rev. Henry Biggs: She just wanted you to eat, that's all.
Julia Biggs: No, she probably wanted me to be as fat as her.
Rev. Henry Biggs: She wasn't that fat.
Julia Biggs: Please, if a policeman saw your mama come walking down the street, he'd yell, "break it up!"

Mel Feynman: Richie, how old are you?
Young Richard: Six.
Mel Feynman: Well, act your age.

Jay Leno: I may look stupid, but I'm Italian. I know how to find information.

Edna Buxton: Mother, the dress doesn't fit.
Mrs. Buxton: The dress fits the occasion. It's you that doesn't fit.

John Henderson: We're in the 90s, mother. It's fancy jam time.

Max Connor: I wish I had junk food from here to the sky.
Kazaam: Why not? Higher than high?

Rat: I say! Badger.

Bessie: Dad's dying. He's been doing it for about twenty years so I don't miss anything.

Ilana Green: I get so damned apocalyptic when I drink.

Monfriez: Sir, if you get a hangfire on your weapon, what do you do? You wait, with your weapon pointed in a safe direction, 'cause sometimes the primer bursts, and if you open the chamber it blows up in your face. Leave this round in the chamber, sir.