Gloria Bunker-Stivic: Daddy, swearing is a sign of a weak mind.
Archie Bunker: Ah, shut the hell up.
Gloria Bunker-Stivic: Daddy, you really think you're going on strike, huh?
Archie Bunker: Well, I don't know - if some of them young hotheads down at the plant get their way. I don't know what some of these guys want. They're asking for staggered work shifts, lounges with pictures on the walls, and books. The want to turn the factory into a house of pleasure. They don't want to work - they're a bunch of fairies.
Gloria Bunker-Stivic: Daddy, people should be treated with respect!
Archie Bunker: Listen little girl, respect is for the dead. The living need dough.