Damon:
You see, Fred, it isn't the size of a guy's IQ that matters. It's how he uses it.
Jane:
Damon? How many fingers?
Damon:
Orange.
Dede Tate:
You're crabby today.
Fred Tate:
I'm not crabby, I'm pensive.
Garth:
Why don't you play magic digit?
Damon:
Hey Garth, check out this magic digit
[
flips Garth the bird]
Make-Up Woman:
[
Fred is getting ready to go on TV] Now remember sweet face, zillions of people all over the world are gonna be watching you; and that means no farting, no picking your nose and no playing with little Mr. Peabody.
Jane:
Now Fred, these chores are your responsibilities. And for every week that you do them correctly, we'll do something fun like go to the symphony or rent a nice documentary.
Dede Tate:
Hey, guess what next Saturday is.
Fred Tate:
You get your period, I get a day alone in the park.
Dede Tate:
Very funny, lameo.
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