Diane:
There's one thing every little kid knows. Daddies mean fun; mommies mean business.

Wayne:
I blew up the baby!

Nick:
How did she take it?

Wayne:
About like usual.

Wayne:
We're his parents, we'll handle this. Diane, how do we handle this?

Diane:
Just who do you think you are talking to him like that?

Wayne:
Diane, let me handle this; Who do you think you are talking to me like that?

Diane:
Don't fix it, Adam, just put down Mommy's coffee table.

Nick:
Dad, were you ever popular in school?

Wayne:
You bet. I was captain of the astrology team three years in a row. We were happenin' guys.

Nick:
This is your last warning.

Nick:
Alright, I'll give you one more warning.