Grown Ups

Lenny:
Higgy!

Lenny:
Where is Saskatchatoon?

Lenny:
We needed to be here. Our kids were turning into snotty, spoiled, little. This is what we needed.

Lenny:
I bet you $5.00 he gets on one knee.

Lenny:
Shift, shift.

Lenny:
Higgins, don't say that.

Lenny:
You see that? You just aim for a spot and shoot the ball there?

Lenny:
Roxanne, I have made out with about 25 girls in this very spot and I want you to be number 26.

Marcus:
If I don't make it to the funeral, tell the police it was Arlene from Applebee's.

Marcus:
Hey. What's up, Lenny? Buddy, I thought you were going to start working out.

Marcus:
Um... you're fat.

Marcus:
Oh, grody.

Marcus:
Hey, Y. Where's MCA?

Marcus:
[to Deanne's mother] What, are you going in the electric chair?

Marcus:
...Hell.

Marcus:
Oh, I'm sorry. Not hell... Mexico.

Marcus:
Is that making me horny? Yes!

Marcus:
I'm horny too!

Marcus:
Why didn't you tell us she gets it?

Marcus:
Ahh bad turtle!

Roxanne:
And this must be your mother.

Roxanne:
I'm sorry!

Roxanne:
Your son is so cute. How old is he?

Roxanne:
Typical men. They take and take, and then trade you in for some cow.

Roxanne:
As long as I am the last.

Rob:
My wife.

Rob:
I'm not.

Rob:
Hey, guys! Motion 78!

Rob:
That's what I've been trying to say all along.

Kurt:
I see that ass is still growing. Got a little Kardhashian in there.

Kurt:
You broke my heart!

Kurt:
[talking about Jasmaine Hilliard and Rob] How do you get that... from that?

Kurt:
[(seeing Bridget, Rob's resemblance daughter] Now, that makes sense.

Kurt:
[looking at Jasmine's butt, as she is trying to fix the car bending over] I hope that car never gets fixed.

Kurt:
No, I'm the black guy and you're the other black guy

Kurt:
Dude, did you seriously just land on that bird?

Bean:
Mommy, I want some milk.

Bean:
Mommy, can I have some of her milk?

Bean:
I thought we were going to get wasted.

Bean:
You're wasting it!

Bean:
I want mommy's milk!

Bean:
I want mommy's milk.

Bean:
I'm just like daddy.

Jasmine Hilliard:
Piece of crap car.

Jasmine Hilliard:
Hey, Dad.

Jasmine Hilliard:
[talking to Rob about the broken car] My old man lent me this turd.

Andre McKenzie:
[seeing Jasmine being sprayed with air by the car's bonnet] Hoochie Mama.

Boys will be boys... some longer than others.

Roxanne:
Typical men. They put it in and take it out like b*tch why you take it out, and then trade it in for some cow.