Mom: Well, you could use some help. What if you gave him a job?
Dad: I don't want him sellin' used cars.
Mom: Why not? It's good enough for you.
Dad: Who says its good enough for me?
Mom: You do.
Dad: Damn right, it's good enough for me. But, I don't need any help. And he'd ruin me if I hired him. A weirdo kid like that. Jeez.
Cyril: I wonder what its like to kiss a coed. I wonder about that a lot.
Dave: Buon giorno, papa.
Dad: I'm not "papa." I'm your god-damned father.
Dave: Everybody cheats. I just didn't know.
Dad: Well, now you know.
Dad: God-damned see-thru coffee.
Mom: He was very sickly until he started riding around on that bicycle.
Dad: Yeah... well... now his body's fine, but his mind is gone.
Dad: You guys still go swimmin' in the quarries?
Dave: Sure.
Dad: So, the only thing you got to show for my 20 years of work is the holes we left behind?
Mike's Brother: How are you fellas doing?
Cyril: Well, we're a little disturbed by developments in the Middle East, but.
Mom: What's the matter?
Dad: He's shavin'.
Mom: Well... so what?
Dad: ...his legs.
