Marilyn Dean: What is this problem... so severe... that has caused you to blaspheme in the Synagogue of Marilyn Dean?
Lupus Grobowski: Arrested for what, baby? For being awesome?
Gary: Come on, grab some sky.
Marilyn Dean: Go and show Gary your immaculate canvas, and another man eager to paint it.
Gary: Fate has me highly skilled and loaded with talent.
Gary: Couple quick ground rules: Please, don't jump off the bus. Weird. Not fun for anybody. Also, no throwing objects at pedestrians. Unless, of course, they deserve it, okay?
Gary: Please don't touch my ruffles. Put that one back.
Gary: I'm the one who should be sorry, Brooke. I shouldn't sit here and pick on your art, because you've got the 'nuts' down, Picasso! All you have to do is cut off your frigging ear.
Brooke: That's Van Gogh, you idiot. Your insults are much more effective when they're accurate.
Brooke: My sister has been through a lot.
Gary: ...of dick.
Marilyn Dean: Discover a path... that doesn't lead back here.
Gary: You push yourself and push yourself trying to achieve the impossible, because you know what that moment comes, everything you've done has prepared you for victory.
Gary: Listen, Lassie, and listen good. I'm not saying he's not gonna get married. I'm not saying he's not gonna have kids. If it does happen, his wife is gonna come home, and find him with his Tiajuana lover clubbing each other with Yanni's greatest hits.
Answer: What I took away from that statement was that she was refering to a punishment for using "bad" words. Since children tend to exercise that right at any age, she was just picking a random age.
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