Little Sweetheart

Richard:
Four Cokes, b*tch. Hope your teeth rot!

Barkeeper:
There you go. A dozen on the half. Best in the Gulf. Two hours ago them oysters were swimmin' at the bottom of the ocean.

Elizabeth:
Oysters don't swim!

Barkeeper:
Mine do.

Mrs. Davies:
You really got that shirt very dirty. I want you to take it off.

Dorothea:
Why didn't you just tell her to get lost? Afraid she might stop loving you?

Robert Burger:
Dotty, Dotty, Dotty! She's nine years old!

Dorothea:
And little kids of nine don't think like that. Ah, no! Kids of nine are holy, innocent, little lambs!

Robert Burger:
Shut up! Either say something helpful, or don't say it! They're professional blowups done by an expert, not by a kid of nine!

Robert Burger:
What about that black kid I saw in your car?

The Sheriff:
Little Billy? That's a funny thing. Every time somethin' goes wrong in this town, somebody blames Little Billy, and I've gotta pull him in, then let 'im go. Now you were tellin' me?

Robert Burger:
Thelma. Dotty said it all. It's so simple.

Dorothea:
You see that brat? She's jealous!

Robert Burger:
Of us? Don't be ridiculous.

Dorothea:
If I were Thelma's age, I'd be jealous, too. Glad you belong to me.

Elizabeth:
This is station WLIZ. With me, Liz Harrison speaking. All the way from one till three. Be happy now!

Uncle David:
Of course, speaking for myself, I don't look forward to birthdays anymore. But, when you're nine years old and as pretty as Thelma, well...