The Beach Boys: An American Family

Amy Love:
And when this baby comes along, what then?

Mike Love:
I'm working on it.

Murry:
If you guys get so big that if you stop singing from your hearts, you're going downhill.

Brian Wilson:
Downhill?

Murry:
Downhill!

Brian Wilson:
You don't know what you're talking about. You're too old fashioned!

Murry Wilson:
Hey, Dave you know the rules. Everybody carries their own amp.

Dave Marks:
It's too heavy.

Murry Wilson:
Since when? You don't smile when you're playing. Now you expect somebody to strike your equipment. What, you think you're some kind of big shot?

Dave Marks:
You'd be happy if I quit wouldn't you? Alright then I quit. You happy now?

Murry Wilson:
You heard him! He quit! He's out! You're out Dave.

Dave Marks:
I hate you, Murry!

Brian Wilson:
Where are you going?

Van Dyke Parks:
I'm sorry, Brian. I'm splittin'. The Philistines have uttered thier pronouncements, and I am now bound for Golgotha.

Mike Love:
You know what this is? Acid literation. [Rips up song lyrics] I'm not singing this psychadelic crap!

Brian Wilson:
You're a clubber, Denny. You're not an artist.

Murry Wilson:
How do you expect to be a musician if you can't hear good?

Marilyn Rovell:
Murry, are you drunk?

Murry Wilson:
First time in my life, sweetheart.

Brian Wilson:
Get out, dad! You're fired!

Murry Wilson:
Merry Christmas, mom.

Grandma Edith Wilson:
And to you. My goodness, don't you look well? Buddy, doesn't Murry look well?

Murry Wilson:
Merry Christmas, dad.

Buddy Wilson:
Nice house your sister has. At least one of you made something of yourself.

Grandma Edith Wilson:
Please, Buddy. It's Christmas.

Buddy Wilson:
Someone talking to you?

Murry Wilson:
It's always good to see you, mom.