Tobias: Oh, stop booing. There’s nothing wrong with it. There are dozens of us. Dozens!
Gob: Speech, speech, speech!
All: Speech, speech, speech, speech, speech, speech, speech, speech, speech, speech, speech…
Narrator: The family continued to chant “speech, speech, speech” for no one in particular.
All: …speech, speech, speech!
Michael: Gee, after all that, I was kind of hoping somebody would make a speech.
Buster: Speech, speech, speech!
Michael: All right, I’ll say something.
George Sr: Why?! If someone had left a note, this innocent man would still have his arm! Why?!
J. Walter Weatherman: And that’s why you always leave a note.
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Lucille: Did he say that? Did he say that he misses me? Does he need his wife’s embrace?
George Sr: Daddy horny, Michael.
Michael: He said some wonderful things.
[Lindsay tries to cry.]
Michael: Seriously, you’re going to pull a muscle.
Lindsay: I used to be able to do this.
Lucille: She’ll sell the company, or break it up into little parts or something, all under the guise of “caring” about our family.
Michael: You’ve got to stop quoting when you drink.
Narrator: And Buster went to his job as a dishwasher.
Buster: This is great! We’re like slave buddies! [giggles]