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Joey: This is the first day of the rest of our lives! I can't believe it's not butter!
Frankie: You make a lot of sense.
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You couldn't hit the broad side of a barn if it came up to you and said, "Hey, I'm the broad side of a barn! Hit me!"
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Joey: Okay, sex is a beautiful thing, especially within the confines of a loving, monogamous relationship, preferrably marriage.
Cory: That's really nice.
Joey: Thanks! Is it okay if I say hi to my kids?
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Joey: That's a good one, Harley. That's a great one! I'll be laughing at that one for years and years. I'm gonna be telling it to my grandkids, like 60 years from now, unless I don't have grandkids. Then I guess I'll have to tell some strange kids in a park, and the cops will come and say, "Hey, you in the--"
Harley: Shut up!
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Let's rob our friends!
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Hey, when he said "rat-faced," was that, like, pejorative?
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Crazy new kid swallowed his lunch money. Luckily, Frankie here's an expert at the.. uh, floorlick maneuver!
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That's not what it's about. Poetry's about complex human emotion, like... uh.. you know, whatever.
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Yeah, I'm smelling chicken. A big one. Extra crispy. I say we take him to the colonel. He'll pluck you, fry you, and serve you in a bucket with biscuits.
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