I don't want more people in this house. I want less. I want my life back, dammit. I want my youth. I want my hair. I want... this room. It's really nice... Are you thinking of moving out, son?
If dynamite was dangerous, do you think they'd sell it to an idiot like me
You know Peg, I hate it when your mother weebles down here for her little midnight snacks which last until 9 in the morning
Peg what is it with you? You can change six D batteries in the dark, but you can't find a 2 ton automobile in broad daylight