Fred:
Well why don't we harpoon Charles straight through the head, drag him back to the apartment, and hit him with a hammer until he agrees to come back?

Elizabeth:
Harpoon him through the head. That won't work Fred.

Fred:
Why not? How many times have you tried it?

Elizabeth:
Mother, do you remember when I was little, I had a friend, he was make-believe?

Polly:
No.

Elizabeth:
Don't you remember? Only I could see him?

Polly:
No, I don't remember Drop Dead Fred at all.

Fred:
It takes more than a fire truck to stop Drop Dead Fred.

Fred:
I can't believe we left the party so soon. And there was so much wine to spit around the place.

Elizabeth:
I got upset.

Fred:
"I got upset." God, you're so stupid. You never leave a party 'til the very very end.

Elizabeth:
Oh really?

Fred:
Yeah really.

Elizabeth:
Well what about Cinderella? Remember what happened with her?

Fred:
No I don't remember what happened *with her*. I deliberately forgot all about her. She made me puke. I remember the ugly stepsisters, they were great.

Elizabeth:
Oh, I almost forgot.

Fred:
Look, you've got you now. You don't need me.

Young Elizabeth:
Maybe Mommy's right. I never do anything right.

Fred:
No! You're great. She's not.

Young Elizabeth:
Did they live happily ever after?

Polly:
Of Course Elizabeth.

Young Elizabeth:
How do you know?

Polly:
Because, she was a good little girl, if she would have been naughty, the Prince would have run away.

Young Elizabeth:
What a pile of shit.

Fred:
No panties. No panties.

Fred:
Drown the fishes.

Fred:
You see when something's not working right, the best thing to do is tear it apart to make it better.

Young Elizabeth:
Daddy, why don't we throw mommy out the window? It won't hurt her. She'll land in the gladiolas.

Fred:
Oh no, Mickey Fart-Pants. Whoever let HIM grow up?

Fred:
Morning. Who's for snot flicking?

Fred:
Is it? It is. the mega-bitch.

Fred:
Hold on, hold on that's now how the pigeons do it. You're supposed to stamp on her head and peck her

Fred:
Hello, snotface. Yuck what happened to you? You're all older, you're even uglier look I'm sorry I'm going to have to be sick all over you majorly lie down.

Fred:
I don't love you because love is for girls and girls are disgusting

Fred:
I am a loner, a crazy wide eyed loner on a doomed mission to Venus to battle with the 3 headed mega beast but on the way I caught cornflakes disease.

Fred:
Snotface, look... INK - let's write something on the carpet... I know how 'bout "Mother SUCKS".

Fred:
You just put a piece of broccoli in your mouth and said, "Mm, what a lovely piece of broccoli."