Ernie Klump: Happy day, happy day, happy day, my ass.
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Ernie Klump: Happy day, happy day, happy day, my ass.
Papa Klump: Viagra don't work for me. I've been taking 'em like M&Ms.
Grandma Klump: Hey Cletus, who dat der piece of bisghetti remind you of? Maybe Mr. Johnson perhaps?
Papa Klump: Well, if it isn't the world's oldest living Negro! Hey how's things going on the Underground Railroad, Isaac?
Grandma Klump: Now that's what I call the Muy Caliente El Negro Special!
Buddy Love: So that's where Sherman's hiding the formula. Klumpville. Chunky town. Big-ass city! Heh heh heh!
Buddy Love: Alright, tubby... let's see how long you last... without me...
Papa Klump: What's going on with you, Sherman and Buddy, some kind of menage a trois or something?
Buddy Love: What the hell are you looking at?
Ernie Klump: You reach over here again, you gonna pull back a nub.
Mama Klump: Sherman and Denise! Sherman and Denise! Marriage! Marriage! Marriage! Marriage!
Mama Klump: Oh! Sherman, Sherman, Sherman!
Papa Klump: Viagra don't work for me. I've been taking 'em like M&Ms.
Grandma Klump: Hey Cletus, who dat der piece of bisghetti remind you of? Maybe Mr. Johnson perhaps?
Ernie Klump: Happy day, happy day, happy day, my ass.
Grandma Klump: Now that's what I call the Muy Caliente El Negro Special!
Buddy Love: So that's where Sherman's hiding the formula. Klumpville. Chunky town. Big-ass city! Heh heh heh!
Denise's Nosy Neighbor: Pervert! 'Beef in your taco'!
Buddy Love: What the hell are you looking at?
Mama Klump: Sherman and Denise! Sherman and Denise! Marriage! Marriage! Marriage! Marriage!
Mama Klump: Oh! Sherman, Sherman, Sherman!
Ernie Klump: Happy day, happy day, happy day, my ass.
Papa Klump: Well, if it isn't the world's oldest living Negro! Hey how's things going on the Underground Railroad, Isaac?
Buddy Love: Alright, tubby... let's see how long you last... without me...
Papa Klump: What's going on with you, Sherman and Buddy, some kind of menage a trois or something?
Buddy Love: What the hell are you looking at?
Mama Klump: Sherman and Denise! Sherman and Denise! Marriage! Marriage! Marriage! Marriage!
Mama Klump: Oh! Sherman, Sherman, Sherman!
Papa Klump: You wanna know what's permanent, Sherman? You know what's permanent? I'll tell you. What me and your momma got. That's permanent. That ain't going no place. You know what I mean? I'll tell you, boy, if you find you a woman that loves you, that really really loves you, you gotta hold onto that Sherman. Sherman Klump: Yeah, it's true, Daddy. Yeah, I know I sure do love Denise. Papa Klump: Well, then y'all gotta get back together then! Sherman Klump: Get back together... Daddy, that's it! Get back together! Papa Klump: Yeah! That's right! Sherman Klump: If we get back together, then that'll make everything okay! Papa Klump: Dynamite! Go and call the girl! Sherman Klump: No, not Denise, I'm talking about Buddy! Papa Klump: Say what? Sherman Klump: If me and Buddy get back together, that'll make everything fine between me and Denise! Papa Klump: Hey, you just took the wrong off-ramp! Sherman Klump: I can use the youth formula. I'll feed it to Buddy. It'll make him so young. I'll turn him back into Goop. And I ingest it... I eat it! I eat it! Papa Klump: Huh? Say what now? Sherman Klump: That's it! Daddy, that'll work! I wouldn't have even thought about that. This is fantastic! Papa Klump: What are you gonna eat? Sherman!
Denise: What's his problem? Sherman Klump: I don't know, but enough is enough. Excuse me, sir. Young man, will you please keep it down just a little bit 'cause we're trying to watch... Buddy Love: Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the theaters! Buddy Love: Hello, fat-ass! Sherman Klump: Maybe we should get going. I don't feel too good all of a sudden. Let's go. Come on, let's go somewhere else. Denise: Sherman, who was that? Sherman Klump: I don't know. I didn't really get a good look at him. Buddy Love: Sherman! Sherman Klump. You've still been hitting those Happy Meals? You haven't changed an *inch*! You remember me? Buddy Love. We used to chase that girl, Carla, at the same time. You ever hit that? Sherman Klump: Miss Purty and I were just friends. Buddy Love: "Just friends". I guess that means you didn't hit it, huh? Buddy Love: Who's your new friend? She sure is fine. Yes, fine. What's your name? Denise: Sherman, suddenly I don't feel so well. Can we leave, please? Sherman Klump: Yes, let's go, please. Buddy Love: Can I talk to Sherman for one second? Then you can have him. One second, please. Excuse us. Buddy Love: Sherman, how you doing, baby? Sherman Klump: What do you want here? Buddy Love: A little respect. Buddy Love: You left me all by myself in that test tube without a card or a letter, and now I want a divorce. And this is a community property state, so I want my share. Sherman Klump: Want your share of what? Buddy Love: The youth formula we invented! Sherman Klump: You mean, the youth formula that *I* invented. Oh, no way, Buddy, no way. Buddy Love: Who you growling at, fat boy? Sherman Klump: I haven't growled. Buddy Love: You growling at me? Sherman Klump: I have not growled. Buddy Love: I was hoping we could do this like gentlemen. Denise: Come on, Sherman. Buddy Love: You gonna make me do something nasty to you, Sherman. I'll do something nasty. Buddy Love: Sherman! See you soon, Sherman! Sherman! Sherman!
Papa Klump: What *I* do in *my* bedroom is *MY* business, you understand that? Grandma Klump: The only thing you do in your bedroom is pull the lint off your scrotum!
Sherman: Denise will you... Buddy: Hey Sherman. You hear me Sherman? Sherman: ...Denise will ya? Will ya? Let me come up there and put my beef in your taco? Mexican band: Put his beef in your taco! Denise: What? Sherman: Oh, no! No, no, no... Sherman: That's not what I meant to say, Denise! That was just a little joke! I just wanted to see if you wanted to go out and get some Mexican food. That's why I said that. Denise: Well I am kind of hungry, but I'm not-... Sherman: Yeah, you are huh? Yeah, I bet you could stand for a big ol' whopper right now, huh? Mexican band: A big ole whopper right now! Denise's Nosy Neighbor: You're sick! Sherman: Yeah, I got to tell you, I'm a Jumbo Jack man myself, if you know what I mean. Yeah and I'm loaded with secret sauce! Yeah, come on! Sherman: Bang that thing up! Yeah, come on! Come on! Make it funky! Denise's Nosy Neighbor: You're gonna ruin my lawn, you pervert!
Grandma Klump: Come on Cletus, come on right now! But I'm gonna tell you something, I gotta a razor in this here bag. Papa Klump: Oh yeah? Well let me tell you something, that ain't even no bag you got in your hand, that's your titty. Mama Klump: Cletus! Papa Klump: She's an old bag with old bag tittie. Ernie Klump: Heh, he called Grandma a titty bag.
Papa Klump: Well, look what rolled in. You know, at first, I thought you was old-ass Raisinet riding on a skateboard. Granny Klump: I'd like to come over there and choke the life out of you right in front of Jesus. Papa Klump: Sweet Lord, give me strength. Don't make me have to whup nobody's ass in this church. Granny Klump: Ignore him, Lord. Ignore all his prayers. He ain't nothing, never did nothing. Give him a stroke or something.
Granny Klump: You better eat up Isaac, 'cause you gonna need your strength. Yeah, later on, me and Isaac gonna watch "Mating Season on the Serengeti." Doesn't take a lot to get Isaac going Papa Klump: Timeout! Let me call a timeout on that Mama Klump: Lord, my, my. Papa Klump: I don't want to hear about you old-ass geriatrics. Granny Klump: Oh, yeah Cletus? Me and Isaac might be dried up geriatrics, but ain't nothing wrong with Isaac'a love tackle. Ernie Klump: Oh snap, now. Granny Klump: What's a matter Cletus, cat got your tongue? Did I step on a nerve Cletus? I get ya, got ya, got ya!
Mama Klump: Oh my, goodness! Is there a fire? Fireman Stripper: Yes ma'am. I'm afraid there is. Mama Klump: I don't smell no smoke. Fireman Stripper: There's a fire in my pants, and it's getting muy caliente! Party Guest, Party Guest, Bridesmaid, Denise: Ooh! Mama Klump: Ooh! Lord, have mercy! A strip - Oh, my! My mother must've arranged this!
Papa Klump: What's wrong with you, woman? Don't you wanna be young? Mama Klump: No, Cletus, I don't wanna be young! Cletus, we supposed to be who we are and I'm just fine with who I am! But obviously, what you're trying to say is that you're just TIRED of the fat old woman that you got married to! Papa Klump: Oh no, Anna, that's not what I'm saying! That's ain't what I'm saying at all, Anna - ! Mama Klump: Downstairs! Papa Klump: Anna, please! Don't baby, I'm just trying to - ! Mama Klump: I think you better sleep downstairs, Cletus! Papa Klump: But I...! Mama Klump: Downstairs, Cletus! I don't want to hear it! Mama Klump: Oh, Cletus, I'm so disappointed in you!
Jason: You're losing your intelligence, sir. Sherman Klump: Yeah, I know. I can't even beat Molly and she's the dumbest hampster we got!
Dean Richmond: What? What? Sherman Klump: Don't feel right. Starting to feel a little light-headed. Dean Richmond: If you quit now, you're gonna be empty-headed! Come on, Klump, let's get him.
Ernie Klump: Denise: You reach over here again, you gonna pull back a nub.
Old Willie: Get away from my woman. Claudine: Mind your own business, Willie!
Mama Klump: Oh, is this supposed to be that hard? Chantal: Yeah, let it set a while. Don't worry if it burns a little bit, that's natural. Mama Klump: All right. You're the expert, Chantal. Work your magic, girl, because Denise's mother's coming to this bachelorette party and if she's as stunning as Denise, I got to be sparkling. Chantal: Honey, you gonna blind their asses! When you walk in that door, they gonna think you Tyra Banks! Chantal: Oh, did I tell you the news? Leon got one of them penis pumps. Granny Klump: Penis pumps? What he do with it? Chantal: I don't know. It's supposed to pump it up or something. Mama Klump: Does it work? Chantal: Just on the tip. Now that thing look like a Portobello Mushroom.
Granny Klump: That sodomy. That's REAL sodomy.
Granny Klump: Ooh, you got me wetter than a Slip-n-Slide!
Preacher: lf anyone has any reason why these two should not be wed, let him speak now... or forever hold his penis. Mama Klump: Oh, Sherman! Papa Klump: That's it, son. Show them what the klumps are made of. Mama Klump: Sherman! Mama Klump: put that away! Granny Klump: Sherman, calm down, baby. Save it for the honeymoon. Buddy: SURPRISE! Papa Klump: Hey, Sherman, calm down, boy! What's wrong with you ?
