Ticketlady:
Please familiarize and observe the rules while in Fun World. No running, no jumping, no yelling, no cutting in line, no grumbling, no stealing. That means you. No breaking things and putting them back like nothing happened. No sad faces, bad attitudes, introspective moments, irritation at the mindless happiness of the masses, and no littering. Is that clear? Enjoy your stay.

Robin Harris:
If you don't tell me where your little brother is, I'm gonna beat the black off you, and you're gonna look lighter than Michael Jackson.

Robin Harris:
They were eating so fast, I had to spit on my food to keep 'em from taking mine.

Pee Wee:
We don't die, we multiply.

Robin Harris:
I feel sorry for trouble if it runs into them kids.

Dorothea:
I got bags big enough under my eyes to carry fifty dollars worth of groceries.

President Lincoln:
Each of you must ask yourself: Are we petty, vengeful humans, or logical, moral machines? Then pass judgment.

Robin Harris:
Your mama's so old, she was there the first day of slavery.

Dorothea:
Your mama's so old, she older than your grandmama.

Robin Harris:
Your mama's so fat, she on both sides of the family.

Dorothea:
Your mama's so dumb, she thought a quarterback was a refund.

Robin Harris:
Your mama's so dumb, they told her it was chilly outside, she went and got a bowl.

Dorothea:
Your mama's so country, she got in an elevator, thought it was a mobile home.

Robin Harris:
I ain't never been glad to see the cops before. But I was sure happy then. Happier than a runaway slave, papers and all.

Robin Harris:
I am pissed off to the highest level of pissivity.

Robin Harris:
If you tried to phone hell from here, it'd be a local call.

Jamika:
Those kids don't stand a chance in that neighborhood.

Robin Harris:
No, I don't think that neighborhood stands a chance against them kids.

Robin Harris:
Excuse me, Miss. I didn't catch your name.

Jamika:
I didn't throw it.

Jamika:
And this is little Pee-Wee.

Pee Wee:
Pee-Wee, O.G.!

Robin Harris:
O.G.? I'll slap my F-O-O-T in your B-U-T.

Robin Harris:
Even a circus can't train those kids.

Robin Harris:
Now Jamicka, I don't mean to get in your business. But maybe you should sign your son up for some karate classes. Boy kinda soft!

Robin Harris:
I thought the devil was through when he made Rosemary's Baby, but ohhhhhhh no! Oh no! Now we got, Bebe's Kids!