George Sr: There’s a good chance I may have committed some light treason.
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.
Lucille: Is this why you wanted to fight this thing, so you could run off with this great redwood of a whore?
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.
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.
Alliance of Magicians: We Demand To Be Taken Seriously