Frankie: Look! They have one of those refrigerators that looks like a cabinet!
Mike: Check out this flat screen!
Axl: Dad, there's a media room with an even bigger flat screen!
Mike: Are you messing with me?
Axl: No.
Mike: You better not be messing with me!
Sue: There's a TV in the mirror! [gasps] Oh, no. I think I'm gonna pass out again.
Axl: Look at this table! When I get rich, I'm gonna buy one of these and never use it!
Sue: Mom! Feel this toilet paper. It's so soft. It's like a cloud.
Frankie: [exhales deeply] Everybody, start loading your bags with toilet paper. Sue, you're on lotions. Axl, you're on shampoos.