Tobias: Oh, stop booing. There’s nothing wrong with it. There are dozens of us. Dozens!
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.
Gob: Typical.
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]
Gob: You know what? The trick is on you, Tony Wonder. I’m the magician. He’s the assistant. We don’t need him. The real Sword of Destiny trick hasn’t even been performed yet. Ta-da!