Barry B. Benson: What is that?
Ken: Italian Vogue.
Barry B. Benson: Mamma mia! That's a lot of pages.
Ken: It's a lot of ads.
Carrie McLaughlin: I think something died in my room, it reeks.
Hank McLaughlin: Wind shifted. Puts you downwind to the barn, see. That's why my room is on the other side of the house.
Toby: Morning, boss. I see you're enjoying life as a family man.
Hank McLaughlin: Yeah, I guess you could say we got off on the wrong foot.
Toby: She reminds me of my oldest daughter, she was a feisty little thing. Still is.
Hank McLaughlin: She calls me Hank.
Toby: What do you expect? You haven't seen her since she was in diapers.
Toby: Looks like Flicka took a liking to Carrie.
Hank McLaughlin: They're both wild and ornery.
Toby: Another great bonding moment, boss.
Hank McLaughlin: I'm gonna sock you.
The Big Bad Wolf: I just got back from Con Con, the con man's convention. I show up, nobody there! Empty building! Guess I should have seen that one coming.
Granny Puckett: Wolf, think you can handle a bike like this?
The Big Bad Wolf: Sure, I think I could if I had to, I went through my bad boy phase. Rode a bike, greased my hair back, lived over Richie Cunningham's garage, water skied over a shark tank. Those were some Happy Days.
The Big Bad Wolf: Wow, my life just flashed before my eye's. It's weird flashbacks really do add ten pounds.
The Tick: Don't be an Adolf Quitler.
The Tick: I am the wild blue yonder. The front line in a never-ending battle between good and not-so-good. Together with my stalwart sidekick, Arthur, and the magnanimous help of some other folks I know, we form the yin to villany's malevolent yang. Destiny has chosen us. Wicked men, you face The Tick.
Arthur: Oh, would you look at this. How many times have I told you about the toothpaste?
The Tick: I know what toothpaste is.
Arthur: When you leave the cap off the toothpaste the toothpaste gets hard and you can't get it out.
The Tick: Doesn't do that for me.
Arthur: That's because by the time you get the toothpaste, I've already cleaned it and put the cap back on.
The Tick: Well, good gravy! We are a well-oiled machine.
Fiery Blaze: Like I always say, any enemy of evil is a friend of mine.
The Tick: Mandingo, how I grock your mouth music.
The Tick: A secret message from my teeth.
The Tick: Well, let's not keep her waiting. She'll only perspire and alarm the neighborhood cats.
