Flo Healy: You mean we've been doing "it" every night, for nothing?
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Flo Healy: You mean we've been doing "it" every night, for nothing?
Junior: I was just kidding! Oh, no! Not the nuns! Not the nuns!
Junior: Oh, so you wanna play rough, huh?
Junior: Maybe if I shrug my shoulders and move around my hands like this, maybe people will think I know what I'm talking about.
Junior: I love the smell of spilled milk in the morning. It smells like victory.
Mr. Peabody: A priest, it's like a nun with a jacket.
Big Ben Healy: Get rid of that kid, oof! Get rid of him! Get rid of that kid!
Lucy Henderson: Mother, he dresses like the man that cremated Uncle Leo!
Junior: You ever seen a grown man wear so much blue?
Little Ben Healy: Nobody messes with the Healys and gets away! C'mon!
Junior: I told him to back off, Mr. Healy!
Lucy Henderson: I'm having a birthday party Saturday. I think it would be nice if you came.
Little Ben Healy: Remember if we win, we all get ice cream!
Flo Healy: You mean we've been doing "it" every night, for nothing?
Junior: Oh, my God, they're retarded.
Junior: I was just kidding! Oh, no! Not the nuns! Not the nuns!
Junior: Oh, so you wanna play rough, huh?
Junior: I love the smell of spilled milk in the morning. It smells like victory.
Mr. Peabody: A priest, it's like a nun with a jacket.
Big Ben Healy: Get rid of that kid, oof! Get rid of him! Get rid of that kid!
Lucy Henderson: Mother, he dresses like the man that cremated Uncle Leo!
Junior: You ever seen a grown man wear so much blue?
Big Ben Healy: Oh, my God! It's the devil!
Little Ben Healy: Nobody messes with the Healys and gets away! C'mon!
Junior: I told him to back off, Mr. Healy!
Lucy Henderson: I'm having a birthday party Saturday. I think it would be nice if you came.
Little Ben Healy: Remember if we win, we all get ice cream!
Junior: Maybe if I shrug my shoulders and move around my hands like this, maybe people will think I know what I'm talking about.
Junior: Hey, Martin! Let's go see the bearded lady. Martin: No, I've seen too many of them in prison.
Mr. Peabody: Maybe all Junior needs is to be loved. Mother Superior: Let's cut the crap, Mr. Peabody. Either Junior goes or you find yourself some new nuns.
Junior: I'm sorry, Mr. Healy! Please don't spank me. Little Ben Healy: Well, I'll have to punish you somehow. I'm taking back your allowance. Junior: The whole buck? Little Ben Healy: Yes. Go get it. Junior: I wonder if he's got change for a 20?
Little Ben Healy: But don't you see? We're doing what everybody else has done to him, I mean it's easy to give up on a child. Flo Healy: Damn straight it is. Little Ben Healy: But isn't that what's wrong with the world today? People are just looking for the easy way out, like their problems are gonna go away?Problems just don't go, Flo! You know? So the question here is, what are we going to do with our little problem child? I'll tell you what we are going to do. Something that no parent has ever done for him before. We're gonna love him, Flo. Flo Healy: Little Ben Healy: Oh yes, We'll love him when he's bad, we'll love him even more when he gets worse, then one day he's gonna crack and say, "Hey, these people really do love me! They ain't gonna quit on me! I don't have to be bad anymore. What the hey, I can be President of the United States!" Flo Healy: President of the United States? Are you brain-damaged? Junior is gonna be a convict before he's in third grade!
Little Ben Healy: I hope I'm not rushing you, dear. We can always let nature take its course. Flo Healy: Nature screwed us over, let's give commerce a try.
Mother Superior: You see, Mr. Peabody, the child is incorrigible. Junior: I'm what? Why don't you speak English, lady?
Mother Superior: Junior! What is taking you so long? We start serving dinner in 20 minutes. Junior: I only got two hands! Mother Superior: And I want these pots so shiny that I can see my face in them. Junior: This one kind of looks like you.
Junior: Nice night to be born. Apparently my birth is not considered a blessed event; that's me in the basket, and that's my mother carrying me. Junior: And that's my mother running away.
Little Ben Healy: What is this? Junior: Oh, that's a picture of our camping trip. There's you holding the pan and there's Roy on the ground. Little Ben Healy: What are those squiggles over Roy? Junior: Those aren't squiggles, those are the birdies that fly over someone's head when they get knocked out!
Little Ben Healy: I told you, Roy: I don't care how many runs you score, we're not forfeiting. Roy: Hey, I don't care about this game. We got this thing won already.
Junior: Gee, I've never been to the circus before. I'd sure like to try a swizzle dog. Martin Beck: Yeah, well, I hate circuses. Nothin' worse than a bunch of clowns tryin' to make you laugh.
Little Ben Healy: You know, in real life, people don't get birdies on their head when they get knocked out. They get concussions like Roy did. Junior: Oh, he'll be all right. Little Ben Healy: That's not the point, Junior. We live in a society that has rules. Some things are right and some things are... are... are not right. Junior: Yeah, but he had it coming. Roy only pretends to be your friend. He doesn't like you and his family doesn't like me.
Little Ben Healy: Now, Junior, I think it's time I laid down the law around here! I don't want to see you near Fuzzball or Polly, until you learn how to treat them! And, more importantly, we need to talk about what happened on our little camping trip. Little Ben Healy: What--what is this? Junior: Oh! That's a picture of out camping trip. That's you holding the frying pan and there's Roy on the ground. Little Ben Healy: What are those squiggles over Roy? Junior: Those aren't squiggles. Those are the birdies that fly over someone's head, when they get knocked out. Little Ben Healy: You know, in real life, people don't get birdies on their heads. They get concussions, like Roy did. Junior: Aw, he'll be all right. Little Ben Healy: Yeah, but that's not the point, Junior! We live in a society that has rules. Some things are right and some things are--are--are--not right. Junior: Yeah, well, he had it coming. Roy only pretends to be your friend. He doesn't like you and his family doesn't like me. Junior: Son, if somebody is treating you badly, you should come and tell me. I'm here to help you. Junior: Nah, I've always been on my own. Nobody cares about me, but me. Little Ben Healy: Well, you're not on your own, anymore. Now, you got a family and I always care about what happens to you. Trust me.
Flo Healy: You moron! You left the keys in the car!
