Complete Savages

Chris Savage:
I was cleaning, I was cleaning smell my hands!

Jack Savage:
Chris... Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris.

Chris Savage:
I heard you the first time!

Jack Savage:
You're failing five classes?

Sam Savage:
What three famous words did he utter?

Chris Savage:
Stop stabbing me!

Sam Savage:
[pointing to T.J., then the dog, then Jack] You're a liar, you can't catch a frisbee, and you use to much gel!

Sam Savage:
[looking at Nick who is glaring back] I got no beef with you!

[runs out the door]

Jack Savage:
It's not gel, it's pomade.

Nick Savage:
Do the words "he's gone let's party" ring a bell?

Chris Savage:
That was a private conversation between me and everybody in the teen center!

T. J. Savage:
You guys are firemen! You're supposed to be smoking cigars, playing poker, swearing!

Kyle:
Chasing each other with axes!

T. J. Savage:
You guys are pathertic! I've seen Backdraft ten times!

[turns to fireman]

T. J. Savage:
And nobody... balanced... a checkbook!

[at the carnival]

Reverend Dave:
Hey, kid. You want to try your luck?

Kyle:
[through food stuffed mouth] Nah. [walks away]

Reverend Dave:
See you in hell.

[after some guy insults Chris and Chris prepares to punch him over the counter]

Mrs. O'Hara:
You can not physically harrass the students.

Doris:
We've looked into it.

Chris Savage:
Have you ever seen a banjo-playing frog? It's pretty funny.

Nick Savage:
My dream is to have five wonderful sons: Smart, cute, cool, athletic and Kyle.

Sam Savage:
Anyone seen my dictionary? [everybody looks at him]

Nick Savage:
Wow, you must really be out of suspects...

Sam Savage:
You see how stupid your argument is, Jack, Chris agrees with you!

Jack Savage:
Why don't you ask Angela from across the street?

Chris Savage:
Yeah, you love her!

Sam Savage:
No, I don't!

Jack Savage:
You're always staring out the window at her!

Sam Savage:
No, I'm not!

Jack Savage:
You put more drool on that window than the dog.

T. J. Savage:
You wanna marry her!

Chris Savage:
Yeah, you wanna be Mr. Angela Savage!

Nick Savage:
One day you're gonna go off to college... [looking at Chris]... or somewhere...

Nick Savage:
[Comes home and sees Sam staring out the window at Angela] Hey Sam! Angela's across the street.

Sam Savage:
Oh really? Coz I was just checking out these blinds here. They rock! What are they? Venetian?

Nick Savage:
[Pulls up the blinds. Angela sees them and waves]

Sam Savage:
S-she waved. What do I do?

Nick Savage:
[Takes Sam's arm and waves]

Sam Savage:
Could you pull down the blinds now?

Nick Savage:
[Pulls down the blinds] You should se yourself from outside, Sam. You look like the neighborhood pervert.

Jack Savage:
I'm not cleaning anything. And I don't think you should either.

Sam Savage:
You're crazy. Dad'll kill us.

Jack Savage:
No.If we clean this place he'll know we can do it. He'll never hire anyone again. And it wont stop there. He'll have us... [plays a chord on his guitar]... ironing... [playing a chord]... buying groceries... [playing a chord]... darning socks... Whatever that is... You want aprons for christmas?

[after finding out they have to give CPR to Mrs. Riley]

Jack Savage:
T.J., come on. time to be a man.

T. J. Savage:
What? No way. Ask Kyle to do it. He'll put his mouth on anything.

Sam Savage:
[happy] Confetti! See, you just can't say it without smiling!

Angela:
[straight face] Confetti.

[after delivering the hot tub]

Sid:
Just wait until you get them qaitresses up in there! [to T.J] This boy knows what I'm talking about!

T. J. Savage:
[pause] Uh. I'm a child.

Sid:
Not when you get them waitresses up in there.

Nick Savage:
[Nick and Jimmy are in the hot tub with the boys behind them] - This is the life!

T. J. Savage:
[Checking the tub and quietly says] - No leak so far...

Chris Savage:
That glue is like having a license to break stuff.

Jimmy Savage:
Hey Nick... Toss me a beer.

Nick Savage:
- You got it. [Releases he can't get hes arm off the tub's side] - I can't move...

Jimmy Savage:
[Also tries] -... The hell? Neither can I!

Sam Savage:
[Acting innocent] - Whats wrong?

Nick Savage:
- It's like we're glued to the tub [the boys slowly step away and attempt to get in the house] - Freeze! Why Can't we move?

Chris Savage:
[the boys turn around again slowly] [Chris makes a funny face] - 'Cause you're getting old?

Mrs. Riley:
I'm Coming for you Savage! And your little dog too!

Chris Savage:
My muscles spit on your brain!

Jack Savage:
[waiting for report cards] Bill, bill, letter from grandma.

Nick Savage:
[looking through his son's progress reports] Moving on... to Jack.

Jack Savage:
Okay, I'm failing algebra. But, come on, when am I going to use algebra in real life?

Nick Savage:
[thinking for a second] That's true.