Michael: Call me what you want…
Lindsay: An impotent man-boy.
George Sr: Lucille. Hi. This is not what it looks like.
Lucille: It looks like you’re tweaking her nipples through a chain-link fence.
George Sr: Yep. Yeah, that’s it.
Lucille: Is this why you wanted to fight this thing, so you could run off with this great redwood of a whore?
Narrator: Gob and Tobias, meanwhile, were brainstorming at a local coffee shop.
Gob: I need a cup of coffee to focus.
Tobias: It’s so crowded in here. I can’t think. Okay, what is it that people need?
Michael: Did I just wake you up? I didn’t even know you were home.
Lindsay: No, Michael, I don’t just sleep all day.
Narrator: Actually, Lindsay was so upset at Michael that she tried meditating to calm herself but ended up taking a two-hour angry nap.
Gob: It’s okay. She’s alive. …And soft. Soft and alive.
Lucille: All right, let’s not add that to the charges.
Michael: Okay, we’ve all made some sacrifices to be here, but we all want the same thing.
Oscar: I want to live here.
George Michael: I want to buy Ann some diamond dust.
Buster: I’m just hoping to get mildly injured so I can get out of the Army.
Michael: Bottom line is, we’ve got two weeks to build a house. Doesn’t have to be good; just has to look good.
Tom Jane: I just want my kids back.
Tobias (reading): “…for there’s a man inside me, and only when he’s finally out can I walk free of pain.”
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