Piama Quote #30

Quote from Piama in Polly in the Middle

Piama: Here's your tuna sandwich that you wanted.
Francis: Thanks.
Piama: I just hope I got it for you fast enough. Because I know when my man gets hungry, he wants to eat right away. And that's my job, to make my man happy. [smiles]
Francis: Well... I hope so, too. And let's just hope this isn't a repeat of the last time. I mean, let's face it. That sandwich was a joke.
Piama: [quietly] Let's not turn a favor into something that you'll regret.
Francis: As a matter of fact, I think I would prefer this toasted. And I'd like to see a little garnish this time!
Piama: [quietly] And I'd like you to think about a certain special thing that you love that's never gonna happen again. [walks off]
Francis: No, honey, wait! I'm sorry!

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 ‘Polly in the Middle’ Quotes

Quote from Stevie

Malcolm: [to camera] Since Stevie's mom deserted him, he's been living a little more dangerously. Yesterday he read a book in dim light. Now he's making his first prank phone call.
Stevie: [on the phone] Hello... is your... refrigerator... Yeah... it's me.

Quote from Malcolm

Malcolm: It's not a lucky shirt.
Reese: You shouldn't criticize things you're not equipped to understand, Malcolm.
Malcolm: It's a shirt. It's just fabric. There's nothing in there but atoms.
Reese: Luck atoms.
Malcolm: There are no luck atoms.
Reese: Everyone has some kind of luck, Malcolm. Like you, you're lucky at taking tests.
Malcolm: I bust my ass to get good grades.
Dewey: Why does my lucky shirt make you so mad?
Malcolm: Because believing in that kind of nonsense isn't smart or healthy or good for society. The world doesn't work by magic or superstition. It's rational.
Dewey: Maybe you believe that because all you're good at is thinking, and if the world isn't logical then you're lost.
Malcolm: Okay, fine. You know what, Dewey, luck this.
[When Malcolm throws a baseball at Dewey, it hits and the wall and bounces back into his own nether regions. ]
Malcolm: [gasps] This... proves nothing.

Quote from Abe

Hal: So, Abe, how's the divorce going?
Abe: It's a nightmare, Hal. Kitty is out of control. She wears these outrageous miniskirts to court, flirts with the judge...
Hal: What did your lawyer do?
Abe: He asked me if she could sit at our table.
Hal: Whoa. You know, Abe, it's been a while. Maybe you should think about getting out there again.
Abe: Oh, I've taken care of that. I've decided to spend the rest of my life in misery and die alone.