Abner! Come see what they’re doing next door!
Darrin, don’t make Mother angry. She’s very difficult when she gets angry.
Since when does she have to be angry to be difficult?
You’re right, Durweed. I don’t have to be angry to be difficult.
But it helps.
I can’t go back to the skateboard idiots, the white rappers and all those sweaty dumb-asses with their backwards hats. I want grandkids, and I want them to grow up in a house without wheels.
Oh, I almost forgot. Your daughter thinks she might be pregnant. Call me if you need me.
Love was, like midwifery, the very stuff of life and I was learning how to fly with it.
At the end of the day, it’s still a building on its side being thrown from one place to another.
And now for something completely different…
Suddenly I have an opinion on the capital gains tax!
Perhaps the government thinks that a tax is the best form of defense.
I am the one who knocks.
Carlton your Doorman.
You might as well finish this god-awful shepherd’s pie that [character’s name] made. Lord knows it isn’t fit for humans.
I love you, Philip J. Fry.
Why, you’ve perked up my African strangler. Come here, darling.
Quite a combination: inside all heart, outside all hair.
Your brother and I got off on the wrong foot but he’s grown on me. Kid’s got a heart of gold.
You know what this half-baked plan of yours sounds like to me? Child endangerment.
V.I.P. Makes Major Mistake!
So you’re saying that if I can deal with you, then I can handle… any other little girl?
Handle the problem, Roy. Handle it. Handle it.