Earl Sinclair: Mr. Richfield, I think maybe you shouldn't talk to my kid like that.
B.P. Richfield: Think? You don't think. You're a tree pusher and you work for me. Or have you forgotten who you're talking to?
Earl Sinclair: Yes, sir, I have. And until I remember I just wanna say, I don't care if you have enough money to buy the dome or the whole lousy volcano. We're not...
B.P. Richfield: Wait a second, what did you say?
Earl Sinclair: I said I don't care if you have enough money to buy the dome...
B.P. Richfield: No, no, the other part.
Earl Sinclair: Buy the volcano?
B.P. Richfield: Yes. Great idea.
Robbie Sinclair: I don't want your money.
Charlene Sinclair: I do.
B.P. Richfield: Smart girl. You must be very proud of your daughter.
Earl Sinclair: Oh yes, my daughter, very proud, all mine. My son, who knows? I was in babylon.
Fran Sinclair: Look at this heating bill. It's stamped 'pay now or die'.
Earl Sinclair: At least they're still giving us a choice.
Robbie: Dad, this was supposed to be a big fun day and Mom's trying to kill it for all of us. Who's the boss around here?
Earl: Yeah. Fran?
Fran: [yelling] What?
Earl: She is.
Fran: Don't worry, Robbie, your family is behind you no matter what.
Earl: I want you out of this house now.
Baby: I wanna go to school.
Baby: So I can stay home.
Charlene: You are home.
Baby: Then I got my way.
[on the phone]
B.P. Richfield: Sinclair.
Earl: Mr. Richfield, I'm sorry.
B.P. Richfield: Stop apologizing. You didn't do anything.
Earl: I'm sorry my apology offended you, sir.
B.P. Richfield: Stop being so obsequious.
Earl: That was never my intent, your majesty.
Mr. Ashland: We don't eat our enemies. We have lawyers for that.
Robbie: I want to win this fair and square.
Spike: How have you managed to stay alive so long?
Fran Sinclair: [about a glass-dome contraption used to make jelly] This makes the jelly taste better. The flavor goes up in this dome and gets caught in these tubes...
Charlene Sinclair: Gee, Mom, that's real fascinating. But how about if I go to the store and buy some jelly... and we can both have a life.
Fran Sinclair: Charlene!
Charlene Sinclair: Or not.
Mr. Ashland: This is a disaster!
B.P. Richfield: But nothing a chief executive of your enormous power and authority can't handle, right, Mr. Ashland?
Mr. Ashland: Cut the butt-kissing, Richfield.
B.P. Richfield: Yes, sir.
Mr. Ashland: Do you know what I do with a butt-kisser?
B.P. Richfield: No, sir.
[Ashland gestures to an executive's mounted head on the wall; Richfield grows rigid]
Howard Handupme: [In Robbie's thoughts] And, on this unexpected holiday from school, thousands of very cool guys and totally hot babes spent the day frollicking in the ash. Having what many describe as "the MOST FUN EVER."
Robbie Sinclair: Alright, that's it. I'm going outside.
Fran Sinclair: [In Robbie's thoughts] I want you to stay in your room, finish that assignment, and have no fun for the rest of your life.
Robbie Sinclair: Isn't she terrific? My mother, ladies and gentlemen?
Earl Sinclair: [In Robbie's thoughts] How about a hand for the guy paying these heating bills?
Fran Sinclair: Earl, get out of Robbie's thoughts and pay those bills.
Earl Sinclair: Yes, dear. Sheesh.
Fran Sinclair: Those Wesayso ads are lies.
Earl Sinclair: So what? It's temporarily being accepted by the masses, so it's the truth.
Robbie Sinclair: Gee, Dad, I thought you loved the dome. You said it was going to make us rich.
Earl Sinclair: Yeah well now it's going to make us need plastic surgery and a relocation program.
Robbie Sinclair: You can't possibly believe that.
Baby: [wearing a disguise] Not the baby!
Robbie Sinclair: The competition looks pretty tough, why did you see Billy Melman's project where you clap and a lamp turns on? I mean THAT'S genius. How am I going to compete with that?
Spike: Oh, well you know Billy, he uses substandard material. You know, the kind that tend to shatter when broken over his head. Yo, Billy, let me see that lamp!
Mr. Pullman: Aw, Spike, what project have you done for our science fair?
Spike: I don't do projects.
Mr. Pullman: You have to do a project.
Spike: ...Okey dokey.
[Punches his fist through a TV set and roots around]
Spike: Well, what do we have here? Looky, looky.
[Removes a circuit board with attached wires]
Spike: I call this "What's inside a TV."
Mr. Pullman: Um... Very nice. Very... realistic.
B.P. Richfield: Well, if it isn't the Sinclairs. What a delightful looking family you have, Earl.
Earl Sinclair: Oh, well let me introduce them...
B.P. Richfield: Not interested! SIT DOWN!
B.P. Richfield: [Has invited the Sinclairs out to dinner] My, my, so good to have you here. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, well enough small talk.
B.P. Richfield: [Sampling wine] That's fine for me, but give the rest of'em the cheap stuff.
B.P. Richfield: What do you say I take you and your family out to dinner tonight.
Earl Sinclair: You? Us? Eating?
B.P. Richfield: Save the sparkling repartee for the dinner, Sinclair. And remember, the WHOLE family!
B.P. Richfield: Mr. Ashland, you're asking me to destroy an innocent boy just to protect our corporate assets?
B.P. Richfield: I'm honored.
Robbie Sinclair: Dad, you're not being rational.
Earl Sinclair: Oh and I suppose the crazed mob on the front lawn isn't rational either?
B.P. Richfield: You're asking me to destroy an innocent boy just to protect our corporate assets?
[Mr. Ashland, the CEO, nods]
B.P. Richfield: I'm honored.
Robbie Sinclair: [Trying to think up a science project] Let's see. Sneakers. What else? A pump. Sneakers with a pump in them.
[Thinks of a tire pump trying to pump up a sneaker]
Robbie Sinclair: Naw what a stupid idea.