Rita: I just don't know what to call you: retarded, mentally retarded, mentally handicapped, mentally disabled, intellectually handicapped, intellectually disabled, developementally disabled.
Sam: You can call me Sam.
Brad: I think you should sound like, a normal person... from the heart! From... the... heart.
Ifty: From the heart.
Sam: This argh okay hello thank you for calling this is Saaaaaaaam.
Brad: I feel that was a very thouching moment right there.
Ifty: I, I, I, I felt that one.
Sam: High five.
All: High five.
Sam: You've grown.
Lucy: Have I?
Sam: Yeah, 'cause your ears are bigger and your eyes are older.
Sam: OK, remember when Paul McCartney wrote the song "Michelle" and then he only wrote the first part, Annie said. And then he gave that part to John Lennon, and he wrote the part that said, "I love you, I love you, I love you." And Annie said that it wouldn't have been the same song without that... and that's why the whole world cried when the Beatles broke up on April 10, 1970.
Lucy: All you need is love.
Joe: Do we get a balloon with these?
Shoe Salesman: ...Yeah.
Robert: All of us or just her?
Sam: You're going a little faster than everybody else. I was wondering if you noticed that.
Lucy: Daddy, did God made for you to be like this or was it an accident?
Sam: Ok, what do you mean?
Lucy: I mean you're different.
Sam: But what do you mean?
Lucy: You're not like other daddies.
Sam: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Yeah, I'm sorry.
Lucy: It's ok, daddy. It's ok. Don't be sorry. I'm lucky. Nobody else's daddy ever comes to the park.
Sam: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, we are lucky. Aren't we lucky? Yeah.