Dick: Does anyone remember why we all decided to be white? Harry: Oh, um, I went with white ‘cause I thought it'd be a little cooler in the summer. Tommy: Well don't you remember, Dick? All the television signals that we picked up in outer space were filled with white people. Sally: Oh, except for that, uh, that black nerd with the hiked-up pants and the oversized glasses. What was his name? Tommy: Bryant Gumbel. Sally: Right.
Tommy: [Reading a fortune from a cookie] "There is no substitute for hard work." Dick: Ah, how true is that? Harry, what does yours say? Harry: Oh, um, "Your life is like a kite, somehow." Dick: Harry, did you eat yours again? Harry: Yeah.
Sally: If I could change the world, I'd make every guy look like Don. Tommy: How would you tell which one was Don? Sally: They wouldn't all be named Don, dumbass. Harry: I wonder what I'd look like if I looked like Don.
Dick: Hey Tommy, how was school? Tommy: Terrible. I got hauled into the principal's office because of my grades. Harry: What'd he do to ya? Tommy: Made me Valedictorian. Apparently I have the best grades in the school, dammit. Dick: But you barely ever go to class. Tommy: I know. That's how stupid everyone else is. Dammit!
[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.
[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.
Evil Dick: Stay and witness my moment of glory, as I impregnate the entire population of Ohio with my demon progeny. Tommy: Wait, wait. Even the men? Evil Dick: Okay, not the men. Sally: What about little girls? Evil Dick: Mmm, no, not them. Tommy: What about elderly women? Evil Dick: I don't think so. Harry: What about women who are already pregnant? Evil Dick: Oh, shut up, all of you! Okay, so apparently I won't be impregnating the entire population of Ohio. But all fertile women of child-bearing age who are not currently pregnant, and that's a lot!
Harry: Hey, what's the matter, Tommy? Tommy: I have to write a twenty-page history paper by tomorrow. Harry: Oh, that's tough. Tommy: Oh, oh, and on top of that, George Kapasouris was waiting for me after school to beat me up 'cause I wouldn't let him cheat off my algebra test. Harry: Whoa, so what'd you do, hop the fence and run home? Tommy: Well no, I kicked his ass, but I mean, that's not the point. I shouldn't have to do that.
[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.
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.
[Harry and Dick bump into each other while carrying a trout and a jar of peanut butter, respectively.] Dick: You got your trout in my peanut butter! Harry: Your peanut butter got on my trout! [Both taste the combined flavors.] Dick and Harry: Not bad.
Sally: I don't get it. For free, murder is a horrible tragedy, but you charge $100 for it, and suddenly it's a sophisticated night out. Tommy: But it's inappropriate for kids. Dick: This world does need more entertainment that's acceptable for children. Harry: Something where people are nice to each other. Something where people can just love one another. Tommy: They have that. It's called pornography. Dick: Then that's what kids should watch.
Sally: Dick, what's wrong? Dick: I don't know. There's an odd sensation moving through my body. [Groans] Who the hell does that stupid sack of fat think he is anyway?! Harry: Dick? Dick: I have a plan. Sally: Remember, we're not allowed to liquify humans. Dick: OK. I have another plan.
Dick: Can any of you come up with a reasonable scenario in which throwing out a piece of mail would result in having your ribs broken by a floor waxer? Harry: Absolutely. The guy who was waxing the floor thought you were throwing out his paycheck. Dick: No. The guy with the waxer knew nothing about it. Tommy: Then why were you throwing out his paycheck? Dick: No. There was no paycheck. Sally: No paycheck? Well, no wonder the waxer dude went psycho on you.
Dick: You know, it's a remarkable feeling to be able to make someone else laugh. It's almost as if you have the power to get inside their brain and, and tickle it. Harry: Pssh. I could do that with a chopstick. Dick: Imagine how different war would be if instead of trying to kill each other, people just showed up armed with jokes. Sally: But you could still have guns, right? Because, you know, eventually you'd stop laughing and want to get on with the killing.
Dick: Women. Tommy: Women. Don: Women. Harry: ♪Women! Dick: You can't live with them, and you can't have heterosexual sex without 'em. Harry: That's probably true.(00:20:00)