Carlton: Say, Mom, what was that really hip thing Dad said the other day?
Vivian: My hip hurts?
Carlton: No, I think it was "Yo, Vivian, I can't ride my Harley right now "l think it'll mess up my hair." [Phil slaps the back of Carlton's head]
Joe: I knew there was something different. Don't tell me. The Executive, right? The Sportsman. You know I can water ski in this puppy.
Philip: Well, I feel ridiculous. I don't need a rug to attract clients. It's what's under the toupee that counts. Come on, Vivian, we're leaving. Carlton, you are grounded until you start losing your hair.