George
Wilson: I don't want to see you, I don't want to know you.
Get out of my way.
Henry Mitchell: Mr. Wilson, he's five. Mr. Wilson: When
I was five I had some respect. Henry Mictehll: Well you
were probably a pretty exceptional boy. Mr. Wilson: 1925?
I wasn't the exception. I was the rule.
Margaret: Don't call me stupid, baby rump kisser!
[On the subject of where babies come from and how they get
out of mom] Margaret: Tell me, Dennis, how? Dennis: The
bellybutton. It opens up. Margaret: Then how come men have
them? Dennis: So they don't look weird in bathing suits.
George Wilson: Why is it when everyone else feasts on the
pleasures of life, I get the indigestion? Martha Wilson:
Because you're an old grump!
Dennis: I brought my own pillow so I won't get my spit all
over yours. Mrs. Wilson: Thank you, Dennis.
George Wilson: I can't stand that kid, he's a menace!!
