Mr. Peabody: Maybe all Junior needs is to be loved.
Mother Superior: Let's cut the crap, Mr. Peabody. Either Junior goes or you find yourself some new nuns.
Junior: Why does this guy love me? Why does any parent love any kid? Maybe it's one of those answers we'll never know, like how high is up? Why is the sky blue? And whatever happened to Mrs. Healy?
Martin Beck: I drove over a thousand miles, to hang out with a seven year old.
Junior: I'm going to be eight in two weeks.
Martin Beck: Don't count on it.
Mother Superior: You see Mr. Peabody the child is incorrigible.
Junior: I'm what? Why don't you speak English lady?
Junior: Hey, Martin! Let's go see the bearded lady.
Martin: No, I've seen too many of them in prison.