[Dick and Liam are engaged in a verbal joust to win Mary's affections.] Dick: I will now dispatch my foe with an elegant haiku.
Liam: Five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables. Dick: I know that. I'm so sick of you. You think you know ev'rything. Will you stop it, please?
Liam: Now, yes that is technically a haiku, but it's a rather pedestrian one. Dick: No, that was an accidental haiku. I want another turn.
Harry: Alright, I'm off to the gyro stand. Dick: Harry, it's "yeeros." Harry: You know if one more person tells me how to pronounce it, I'm just gonna stop eating 'em.
[The Solomons discover that they owe $9,500 in back-taxes.] Tommy: $9,500? Sally: Oh my god you guys, what are we gonna do? Tommy: I mean look at all these receipts from all these meals. If we'd only talked about business during some of them we could write off all this money as deductions. Dick: Who says we didn't talk about business? Tommy: Yes, 'cause that's the only reason we ever go out to eat anyway, right, is to talk about business. Sally: Business. Harry: Okay, I must tune out because I never hear us talking about business. Dick: Yes, we can lie on our taxes. Tommy: I can't believe that no human has ever thought of this before. Sally: Okay, wait a second you guys. What if we get caught? Dick: How can we get caught? All those other dopes out there are telling the truth about their taxes, they're just going to assume that we are too.
[The Solomons are sitting in their car after attending a white power rally.] Sally: Well it's a good thing Barry White wasn't there. Harry: Those guys were kinda creepy. Tommy: Why do you think they burned that giant lower-case letter T? Dick: I don't want to be a part of any group that hates the lower-case letter T.
Mary: Dick, you and your family, I know you mean well but sometimes it's like being around the Addams family. Dick: Well, I will admit that John Adams' views of a strong central government may have been ahead of their time, but I... Mary: That's not who I meant. Dick: John Quincy Adams? You're comparing me to that freak show!?
[The Solomons are doing their taxes for the first time.] Dick: Alright, Form 10-40. First name: Dick. Last name: Solomon. And Mary said this would be complicated. Sally: Dick this is so boring. Why are we doin' it? Dick: Because Sally, this is what humans do. It's like their national pastime. And you don't want us to stand out. Harry: Hey, you know what'd be funny? Where it says "Sex," write "frequently." Sally: That's a good one Harry. Dick: They don't ask for your sex here. Harry: Hmm. Well if there's any place that you can indicate that you like to have frequent sex, I think it's worth doing. Sally: Farm income or loss. So did our farm show a profit last year? Dick: No, we're Schedule F. Tommy: Wait wait, we didn't have a farm last year. Harry: We lost the farm? No! Dick: Line 14, other gains or losses. Tommy: I gained two lbs. Sally: I lost my virginity. Harry: Hey, there's your opportunity for that frequent sex thing if you wanna just throw it in. Dick: Enter itemized deductions from Page 3, Schedule C, Line 2 to the extent they are allowable on Schedule A Form 10-40 NR. Sally: Enter the larger of your itemized deductions from Line 28 or standard deduction shown on the left. My left or its left? Tommy: See Page 30 to find your standard deduction if you've checked any box on Line 35-A or 35-B or if someone can claim you as a dependent.
[The entire family is shown to be very confused and the scene transitions to a short time later.] Harry: I'm telling you, there is no Schedule B. Tommy: There has to be, dammit! Dick: I don't understand this, I'm a superior being. I can calculate the decaying orbit of a dying moon to within a tenth of an inch. Why can't I calculate the subtotal of Line 59-A? Why can't I find Line 59-A? Where the hell is Line 59-A!? Sally: Calm down. Dick: [begins tearing up his tax forms.] I can't take this anymore! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! I hate it! [Suddenly finds Line 59-A.] Oh here it is. Everybody just settle down.