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.
![Narrator: And Buster went to his job as a dishwasher.
Buster: This is great! We’re like slave buddies! [giggles]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/ebe444136ada7663d3351eed43ccaef4/tumblr_mih6f55SUY1s2pz6mo1_1280.jpg)
Narrator: And Buster went to his job as a dishwasher.
Buster: This is great! We’re like slave buddies! [giggles]
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.
Buster (in “Mexican” accent): I’m trying to find a place to live.
Buster: I shall be neither seen nor heard.
Lucille: You can always tell a Milford man.
Buster (as Franklin): I don’t want no part of your tight-ass country-club, ya freak bitch!
Buster: Wow. We’re just blowing through nap time, aren’t we?
Buster: At Risk Male Youth. That spells “Army.”
Narrator: And that’s when Buster discovered a recruiting pool the government had been fishing for years.
