Linda: "Don't you yell at my mother!"
Bob: "What's that, Nagatha Christie?"
Gene: "No problem. Thanks for the info."
Gene: "Why do I have to get molested?"
Bob: "Because he's not gonna molest you."
Bob: "You're heavy."
Gene: "No! That's a myth."
Bob: "Okay. Are you telling me as my daughter or as my grill cook? Because my grill cook would never tell me that."
Louise: "Yes, they're down in the bas*ment grinding the meat right now. That's not a euphemism. They're actually grinding the meat."