Carol Brady:
Thank goodness I use AquaNet!
Carol:
I wish I could be gay again.
Alice:
That Sam is so thoughtful. He promised to slip me a special tube steak.
[
stepping out of the refrigerator]
Alice:
How about that! The light really does go off when you close the door!
Cindy Brady:
You can't take my mommy!
Marcia Brady:
Cindy's right! Take Jan!
Marcia:
I'll go first because I'm the prettiest.
Marcia:
He even wrote something in my yearbook in French! "Menage A Trois." I bet that means "You're the most."
Marcia:
Get with the times, Greg. There's a new thing called Women's Lib. It means women get what they want.
Roy Martin:
You can't believe her. Look at the hair, the clothes, the constant cheerfulness.
Marcia Brady:
I'm so happy for you, Jan.
Jan Brady:
Really, Marcia?
Marcia Brady:
No.
[
Asked where Marcia is]
Cindy:
She's over there getting lei'd by those Hawaiian boys.
Roy:
Marcia. Oh, Marcia, Marcia, Marcia. You have grown up to be so gorgeous!
Marcia:
I know.
Roy:
And Jan. My dear Jan... Isn't Marcia gorgeous?
Carol:
Careful, Mike. he's got a gun.
Roy:
I don't need a gun to take care of you. I am going to kick your Brady Butt.
Cindy:
He said the "B" word.
Roy Martin:
I'm tripping with the Bradys!
[
Talking about the music he likes]
Warren Mulaney:
Well, I'm really into hip-hop.
Marcia:
Hip-hop? Sounds like something a rabbit listens to.
Mike Brady:
A gift is only a good thing when the giver has given thought to that gift. But when the gift the giver gives gives grief, then that gift should give the givee regrets.
Mike Brady:
Us Bradys have to stick together, or we'll fall apart. Much like that house of cards. You see, a deck consists of 52 cards, and if the hearts didn't work with the diamonds and the spades with the clubs, then how the heck would we ever play a game of Gin Rummy? So, in keeping with the spirit of togetherness, I'm sure you kids know the right thing to do.
Mike Brady:
You seem to be having quite an effect on Peter, Roy.
Roy Martin:
Well, it's like I always say: "Veni, Vidi, Vici - I came, I saw, I conquered".
Mike Brady:
Well, like I always say: "Caveat Emptor".
Roy Martin:
Doesn't that mean "Buyer Beware"?
Mike Brady:
Yes... yes it does.
Peter Brady:
Dad, I think I hit him in the head with these. I'm sorry, Mr. Phillips.
Mike Brady:
Peter, drumsticks are not toys.
Peter Brady:
Oh, they're not drumsticks, Dad. They're weapons.
Mike Brady:
Well, weapons are not toys either, Peter.
Jan Brady:
His name is... George.
Marcia Brady:
George what?
Jan Brady:
George, uhhh... Tropicana!
Carol Brady:
Oh, that's nice. Is he Cuban?
Marcia:
[
driving down a road in Hawaii] You know what's gross, guys that don't wear bellbottoms... yecch
[
after Carol has fainted]
Mike Brady, Roy Martin:
Honey, are you all right?
[
they stare at each other]
Carol Brady:
[
not surprised] I'm all right.
Marcia:
[
brushing her hair and counting] One, two, three, four...
[
noticing Greg undressing through the curtain]
Marcia:
...four, four, four...
Greg Brady:
Marcia?
Marcia:
[
seductively] Yes, Greg?
[
normal voice]
Marcia:
I mean, what?
Greg Brady:
If Roy really is Mom's husband, then does that mean...
Marcia:
...we're not brother and sister?
Alice:
Oh, just the ones in your room. And, they sure look mighty tasty, too!
[
Walks out]
Roy Martin:
[
laughing] The ones from my room.
[
Stops laughing]
Roy Martin:
My room? The one's from my... oh no!
Carol Brady:
Roy, are you all right?
[
the song "Good Morning Starshine" begins, and the flowers on Carol's dress animate and float around her face]
Carol Brady:
Roy, are you all right?
Roy Martin:
Oh god! I'm tripping with the Bradys!
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