Frank Drebin Jr.: She had a bottom that would make any toilet beg for the brown.
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Beth Davenport: I've been drawn to the Hills since I moved here for college. Frank Drebin Jr.: U.C.L.A? Beth Davenport: I see it every day! I live here!
Frank Drebin Jr.: Excuse the mess. I, uh... I haven't had the heart to clean since she died. Beth Davenport: My condolences. How did she pass? Frank Drebin Jr.: Great, 50 yards easy. Arm like a cannon... and then, she died. She was the sweetest woman I've ever known. Beth Davenport: She sounds like a saint. Frank Drebin Jr.: Or maybe a Bronco or a 49er. We would have been happy with any team, really... anyone but the Browns.
Frank Drebin Jr.: She had a bottom that would make any toilet beg for the brown.
Richard Cane: And who is this woman? I don't believe we've met. Frank Drebin Jr.: Uh, this is... Cherry... Roosevelt... Fat Bozo Chowing Down on Spaghetti.
Policeman: Drunk, Frank? Frank Drebin Jr.: A little, just enough to wake me up.
Ed Hocken Jr.: Haven't you ever heard of Miranda rights? Frank Drebin Jr.: What? I'm pretty sure it's Carrie that writes. Miranda is a lawyer, Charlotte's an art dealer, and Samantha is a whore.
Frank Drebin Jr.: Like an idiot's completed jigsaw puzzle, I was being framed.
Beth Davenport: Cheers. Richard Cane: From Bill Cosby's private estate.
Frank Drebin Jr.: Please, have a seat. Beth Davenport: No thanks, I have plenty of seats at home.
Richard Cane: Did you know that men's sperm counts are historically low across the board? Frank Drebin Jr.: I wouldn't put my sperm across a board; I have a Bon Jovi T-shirt for that.
Beth Davenport: Sassafras Chicken in D. Make it extra lumpy, boys.
Sig Gustafson: Hey, you're not my normal driver. Sig Gustafson: This isn't my normal car. Sig Gustafson: This isn't my normal gas. Sig Gustafson: This isn't the normal way I fall asleep.
Frank Drebin Jr.: Please, take a chair. Beth Davenport: No thanks, I have plenty of chairs at home.
Beth Davenport: I'm doing a series of book readings this week; you can find me there. Frank Drebin Jr.: Book readings? Beth Davenport: Yes, I write true crime novels based on fictional stories that I make up.
Frank Drebin Jr.: Excuse the mess. I, uh... I haven't had the heart to clean since my wife died. Beth Davenport: My condolences. How did she pass? Frank Drebin Jr.: Great, 50 yards easy. Arm like a cannon... and then, she died. So we'll never know if she'd go pro. She was the sweetest woman I've ever known. Beth Davenport: She sounds like a saint. Frank Drebin Jr.: Or maybe a Bronco or a 49er. We would have been happy with any team, really... anyone but the Browns.
Frank Drebin Jr.: You see what you've done, Cane? It's not too late to stop this madness! Richard Cane: This isn't madness, Drebin! This is progress! Dave Bautista: Progress? The needs of the few should never outweigh the needs of the many! There was a time when you knew that. So it's come to this? The culmination of our journey. All this... this stuff... that's taking place! Between you and me! This, uh... Frank Drebin Jr.: Thanks, Dave. I got it from here. Dave Bautista: I'm so sorry, I messed up the lines a little bit. Frank Drebin Jr.: No problem, you did great! Dave Bautista: See you Sunday? Frank Drebin Jr.: See you Sunday! Frank Drebin Jr.: Okay, Cane! Dave Bautista: Please, no! Get off me! STOP! I'M NOT EVEN IN THIS MOVIE!
