Dwayne: You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another. You know, school, then college, then work, fuck that. And fuck the air force academy. If I wanna fly, I'll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and fuck the rest.
Frank: I'm glad you're talking again, Dwayne. You're not nearly as stupid as you look.
Olive: Do you think there's a Heaven?
Frank: Well, it's hard to say, Olive. I don't think anyone knows for sure.
Olive: I know, but what do you think?
Frank: Well... um... uh.
Olive: I think there is.
Frank: Think I'll get in?
Olive: Yeah.
Frank: Promise?
Olive: Yeah.
Grandpa: A real loser is someone who's so afraid of not winning he doesn't even try.
Dwayne: You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another. School, then college, then work... Fuck that. And fuck the Air Force Academy. If I want to fly, I'll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and fuck the rest.
Grandpa: Every night it's the fucking chicken! Holy God Almighty! Is it possible just once we could get something to eat for dinner around here that's not the goddamned fucking chicken?
Richard: Sweet sweetness.
Frank: I am going to get something to drink. You want anything?
Grandpa: Yeah, get me some porn. Get me something really nasty too, I don't want any of that airbrushed shit.
Frank: Okay.
Grandpa: Okay, here's a $20. Get yourself a little treat too, get yourself a fag rag.
Frank: All right, I will.
Frank: Is he always like this? How can you stand it?
Richard: Everybody just pretend to be normal.
Richard: Oh my God, I'm getting pulled over. Everyone, just... pretend to be normal.
Kirby: Your packet has tickets in it, and there's your badge number.
Richard: Okay.
Kirby: Is there anything else?
Richard: Uh, yeah. Is there a funeral home around here?
Grandpa: Losers are people who are so afraid of not winning, they don't even try.
Frank: Who is that? Nietzsche? So you stopped talking because of Friedrich Nietzsche? Far out.
Grandpa: Listen to me, I got no reason to lie to you, don't make the same mistakes I made when I was young. Fuck a lotta women kid, not just one woman, a lotta women.
Sheryl: You know, like it or not, we're still your family, for better or worse.
Dwayne: No, you're not my family! I don't wanna be your family! I hate you fucking people! Divorce? Bankrupt? Suicide? You're fucking losers, you're losers! No, please just leave me here, Mom. Please, please, please. Please... just leave me here.
Sheryl: What did he say?
Richard: I'll tell you when I regain consciousness.
Frank: Have I mentioned that I am the preeminent Proust scholar in the US?
Richard: It's stuck or something.
Sheryl: Try pulling it from here.
Richard: Hey, I will pull this truck over, right now.
Grandpa: So, pull the truck over! You're not gonna shut me up! fuck you! I can say what I want.
Richard: It's this Sunday? Why can't Jeff and Cindy take her?
Sheryl: They have some equestrian thing in Santa Barbara.
Richard: You know, they do that horse shit every-single-weekend.
Sheryl: Well, it's the nationals. They're taking both horses, so apparently it's a big deal.
