Cindi Lightballoon: I’m a mole.
George Sr.: You know, God… God doesn’t care how big your teeth are. Yes, you could go to a dentist and you could, whoo… you could grind off about - I don’t know - 30 percent, maybe more. Yeah, I wouldn’t miss it.
Cindi Lightballoon: I’m a mole.
George Sr.: You know, God… God doesn’t care how big your teeth are. Yes, you could go to a dentist and you could, whoo… you could grind off about - I don’t know - 30 percent, maybe more. Yeah, I wouldn’t miss it.
Phillip Litt: Okay, everybody, gather around, gather around. Ladies, here’s the deal. We have hats. You have breasts. You show your breasts, you get a hat, okay? So, if anybody wants to get back at daddy, now’s the time.
Wait - Cut, cut, cut. We’ve got a surfboard in the shot.
Girls with Low Self-Esteem Crew Member: Surfboard; stop tape.
Kitty: So take a good look, ‘cause it’s the last time!
Michael: That’s like the seventh nipple I’ve seen today.
Tobias: Oh, yes, I’m going to be a great mole.
[into mic] Check, two, three. Let Lily lick Lionel’s lusty leathers.
Gob: I told you to walk away. I told you to use a fake name.
Michael: I did. Thanks very much. I’m Chareth Cutestory, a pirate lawyer. It was airtight.
Gob: I just don’t want people’s kids getting their sticky little fingers all over these twenty-six hundred dollar pants.
Marta: I was really worried about you.
Gob: You’ve got nothing to worry about. We’re going to be together for a long time.
Marta: We’re a family now. I am so happy. I’m going to call the kids. [leaves]
Gob: …I’ve made a huge mistake.
Hot Cop #5: This is our club now.
Narrator: Tobias didn’t want to sell his new club, but Lindsay did, which is why she hired several members of a local stripper agency called “The Hot Cops” to pose as the roughnecks.
Tobias: All right, fellas, look. I know you know nothing but a life on the street, but I’d like to offer you something that the Queen Mary gave me: The joy of the stage.
So, maybe you could, uh, start jeté-ing and stop je-…terrorizing me.