Ray Gleason:
So, you dating yet?
Timmy:
I'm eleven.
Ray Gleason:
Yeah, I guess you should give it some time. I myself didn't start dating until I was eleven and a half.
Boy:
Daddy! He's watching me pee!
Timmy:
If I win this game...
Bobby:
We gotta take you to Paris tonight?
Timmy:
You don't have to take me to Paris, just Baskin Robbins.
[
repeated line - about Bobbie smoking cigars]
Ray Gleason:
Douse it.
[
seeing Carl and Bobby stealing a box]
Nun:
Put that back, this is a house of God!
Ray Gleason:
But, Kitty! Wait! This is a bad time! I'm very busy this week.
Kitty:
I've had him for 10 years. You can handle a week.
[
takes off]
Ray Gleason:
Kitty! Kitty! Don't go! Wait!
[
about Timmy]
Bobby:
Man, that kid gets me so mad!
Carl:
Yeah, but I think he has a good influence on me. Since he's moved in, the food's gotten much better.
Carl:
You know Ray, since your kid's moved in, the food's gotten better.
[
Ray's decorating a cake]
Carl:
You know, Ray. Your like an artist
[
starts eating some of the cake Ray's working on]
Carl:
, just like that Diangelo guy.
[
grabs another piece off]
Ray Gleason:
You mean, Michaelangelo?
Carl:
Yeah, that's him. But instead of paint/plaster, you decorate cakes.
Ray Gleason:
[
suddenly sees Carl eating the cake] Did you just take that off the cake?
Carl:
[
looks guilty]
Ray Gleason:
Don't do that! You know how long I've worked on this cake?
[
Ray looks away to check on Bobby. While doing so, Carl grabs another icing chunk off the cake, but Ray catches him]
Ray Gleason:
Did you just poke the cake again?
Carl:
[
looks guilty]
Ray Gleason:
Go stand over there next to Bobby!
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