Rupert Marshetta:
"You hid the money in the Port-a-Johnny!"

Gary Marshetta:
"You know those things are damn near indestructable. Come nuclear holocaust, there will be two things left in this world... cockroaches, and god damned portable shithouses!"

Jack Sike:
I vote no.

Rupert Marshetta:
You don't vote in my revolution.

Rupert Marshetta:
I used to be a prince.

Gary Marshetta:
Your oldest son is half an hour late.

Pam Marshetta:
He was three weeks late being born.

Gary Marshetta:
I didn't think it was funny then, either.

Carla Headlee:
You are like some stray dog I never should have fed.

Rupert:
The Bahamas, what does it look like?

Rupert Marshetta:
We offend the common rabble with our truth.

Carla Headlee:
Most of the time you're in a fantasy world, Rupert.

Rupert Marshetta:
Most of the time, you're stoned.

Carla Headlee:
I got my reasons.

Rupert Marshetta:
Name twelve.