Bob: Hey, Angie, can you recommend a record? Something Dean Martin-y but not Dean Martin. 'Cause I don't like that he didn't wave to me in Atlantic City.
Angie: Well, I don't know much about Dean Martin, but I do know that the top-selling record this week is Blondie.
Bob: A broad, huh? She jazzy?
Angie: Well, I know she's blonde.
Hyde: Here you go, Bob, try this Joey Bishop. He swings like Dean, but he'll wave at anybody.

Angie: Oh, my God, you guys, I just got a promotion. Daddy says I've been doing such a great job that he wants me to move to Milwaukee and help run the corporate office.
Jackie: Wait, what about Steven? He's the one doing the great job. You just sit around doing your nails and making smart-ass comments.
Angie: Jackie, that's you.
Jackie: Yeah, well, it's annoying now, isn't it?

Kitty: So, what impoverished area will you go to? [gasps] Is it East Milwaukee? I made a wrong turn there once and I ended up in an awful neighborhood. There were kids playing radios on a street corner.
Eric: No. I'm not going to Milwaukee.
Donna: So, where then?
Eric: Africa.
Kitty: Africa, Wisconsin?

Donna: You're going to teach in Africa?
Kitty: What are you gonna teach them? How to get eaten by an ostrich?
Eric: Mom, an ostrich?
Kitty: I saw a documentary. They are vicious, cruel creatures.

Red: Well, I think it's great he's going to Africa. It'll make him a man.
Kitty: You think the only way to become a man is to die. How are you gonna feel when your son gets killed by a lion or a disease-carrying fly?
Red: You get killed by a fly, I'm not buying you a headstone.

Hyde: WB, what the hell were you thinking?
William: I don't know, I thought I'd try a new thing with my shoulders.
Jackie: Look, he means, why did you promote that whore, Angie?
William: You mean my daughter Angie?
Jackie: I stand by my statement. You can't hit a girl.

Hyde: Look, if this is about me not being professional, I've already told you, bottle rocket Friday nights are over.
William: Steven, I'm moving Angie to Milwaukee to get her away from the customers. I love my little girl, but you're the one who should be running that store. So, it's yours.
Hyde: Whoa. Thanks, man.
Jackie: Oh, my God, I own a record store!
Hyde: No, I own a record store.
William: Actually, I own a record store.
Jackie: I own one-third of a record store.
William: Moving Angie here is gonna work out for everybody. See, I just got into this real snooty country club, and they don't think I'm gonna be there much. But I'm gonna be there all day, every day, and I'm bringing friends. So I need somebody around here looking after things, while I'm out making white people uncomfortable.

Eric: Hey.
Bob: Don't you "hey" me. My daughter stayed home from college for you. She could've had a bright future. Sure, she wouldn't be president of a company or anything 'cause she's a gal. But she would have been one hell of a secretary.

Eric: Okay, look, Donna, I know you're upset...
Donna: Eric, if you wanna break up with me, just go ahead and do it.
Eric: What? No. Donna, I'm not breaking up with you.
Donna: Really? Well, did you consider me at all before you decided to run away to Africa?
Eric: Okay, look, Donna, the reason I'm doing this is for us. Okay, so I can go to college, and get a job, you know. So I can deserve you.
Donna: Don't give me that crap, you're doing it for you.
Eric: Donna, when my dad got sick and I had to stay at home, I thought I'd missed my only chance. But this is it. This is my second chance. And you're always saying how I gotta get out of this town, how I gotta start my life. God, I thought if anyone was gonna support me in this, it was gonna be you.
Donna: So, good. Go start it.
Eric: Look, I really just don't wanna fight about this.
Donna: What do you wanna do?
Eric: Movie?
Donna: And then what?
Eric: Um... I vote the thing we usually do after a movie.
Donna: What's the point of that?
Eric: Well, I don't know. I think that's really its own reward.
Donna: I think you need to leave.

Bob: You still got me, cupcake.
Donna: Thanks, Dad.
Bob: If it makes you feel any better, he's gonna be sorry. I read some place that in Africa they got a bug that burrows in your brain and shoots out your eyes like worm bullets.