Vic:Hey Earl, want some of your daughter's panties? They come in four flavors; banana, peach, mint and, of course, CHERRY.
Vic:We're waiting, or do I have to pound it out of you?
Earl Keese:Don't ever speak to me like that in my own house!
Vic:Why would I?
Earl Keese:You just did.
Vic:I didn't mean anything - it's just something a guy says.
Earl Keese:I never say it.
Vic:I don't blame you.
Ramona:Now, I'm just going to go under the covers and take a little inventory. Promise you won't go away.
Earl Keese:You're really wonderful!
Ramona:That's what I've been trying to tell you. Is it so hard having your fantasies come to life?
Vic:Stay here on the outer limits of the dead end zone? Nothing personal, but life at the end of the road just ain't for Captain Vic and Empress Ramona. Sorry folks, but you can color us gone.
Vic:We'll get your jacket later. Right now, take me to THE SWAMP.
Vic:Old Earl here was worried about Baby.
Enid Keese:Oh, he's no trouble at all. He's a perfect gentleman. You can leave him with me anytime you want.
Vic:Don't worry, I will.
Enid Keese:[to Earl]They spoil him awfully.
Vic:Well, I want him to have every advantage I was denied as a young dog.
Vic:In light of Earl's feelings, I think it would be best if we left.
Enid Keese:Oh, no, no. Sit down, sit down. Let's finish this magnificent meal. Don't worry about Earl. He'll get over his feelings.
Vic:He spurned my sauce!
Enid Keese:No, he loves your sauce. He's just jealous, he can't cook.
Vic:We might have had a wonderful relationship. But then, as Arthur Bremer once said: "How many things go right in this crazy world?".
Ramona:He tried to pork me.
Earl Keese:Pork you? What?
Ramona:You know you did.
Earl Keese:I swear, I never touched her.
Ramona:Well, I wasn't born with your hand in my bush.
Earl Keese:Enid... help me.
Earl Keese:This is crazy... but there's something so right about it.
Ramona:I was real friendly with a boy named Earl once - well, twice really.
Vic:We haven't any children, unless Ramona just pumped one out and didn't tell me about it.
Ramona:God, does it always shrivel up like that when you shower?
Ramona:I don't care about your weight or your false teeth.
Earl Keese:I haven't got false teeth!
Ramona:I'm sorry, I guess they just look false.
Vic:Believe me, I know women - upside down and backwards, which is not a bad way to know 'em, huh?
Pa Greavy:Well, I hear you got a whore in there.
Earl Keese:Who told you that?
Pa Greavy:That's what I heard.
Earl Keese:Well, you heard wrong.
Pa Greavy:You ain't got a whore in there?
Pa Greavy:Wouldn't know where I could find one?
Earl Keese:Of course not!
Pa Greavy:One shows up, let me know?
Ramona:You should have slipped it through the mail slot while you had the chance, Earl.
Vic:Ramona and I haven't eaten all day. We could eat a baby's butt through a park bench.
Earl Keese:I thought I'd be able to defend myself!
Enid Keese:Not so loud, Earl.
Earl Keese:What's the matter? Afraid we're gonna disturb the neighbors? These ARE the goddamn neighbors!
Vic:Calm yourself, Earl. I'm not gonna take you to court. That'd make for bad blood. We don't want any bad blood, especially since we'll be living next door to you for a long, long time.
Vic:You touched my brick?
Enid Keese:Vic, what did you say is in a pile driver?
Vic:Italian Galliano for passion, Irish Mist for love and Russian vodka for endurance.
Vic:[aiming a shotgun at Earl]Now you take back that cup you keep switching, Earl. Or it'll be pump city.
Vic:Well, I can think of a problem that's a good deal more important and you, as a parent, are ignoring it completely.
Vic:What is Elaine doing about sex? Is she getting probed?
Earl Keese:[throws coffee at Vic]
Vic:That was very foolish, Earl. And it could get ya' snuffed!
Earl Keese:Say, what does that say on your arm?
Vic:[shows Earl his tattoo]
Earl Keese:"Born to party."
Vic:It's the way I live, babe. Here, have a cigar. Heheh.
[Earl is on the phone with Chic, the locksmith, and Vic is listening on the other line]
Earl Keese:Hello, Chic? It's Earl.
Chic:Earl! Earl who?
Earl Keese:Hey, no jokes, will ya? I need the name of that locksmith you used that time. I broke a key off. I got two lunatics locked in my basement.
Vic:[makes unintelligible noises]
Chic:What? What did you say?
Vic:[disguising voice]I said blow it out your ass, wimp.
Chic:Is somebody on this line?
Vic:Just you and me, asshole.
Earl Keese:[to Enid]That bastard's on the phone!
Chic:Well you called me, didn't ya?
Earl Keese:Not you!
Earl Keese:Get off the line, Vic!
Earl Keese:He lives next door.
Vic:Nobody lives next door, Earl!
Vic:Earl, have you been drinking?
Chic:What the hell is going on?
Earl Keese:Never mind, forget it!
Vic:And don't ever call here again!
Perry Greavy:How would you like your nuts nailed to your forehead, huh?
Vic:And that is where you saw her mammae.
Earl Keese:Her mammal?
Vic:Her honkers, Earl.
Earl Keese:She dropped the towel.
Vic:Did she drop it, or did you psychically will it to fall?