Lamont Sanford: [In response to Fred's planning a romantic getaway with Donna to Disneyland] Yeah, but I'd like to know what's so romantic about Disneyland?
Fred G. Sanford: Disneyland Motel.
Lamont Sanford: You're a dirty old man, you know that?
Fred G. Sanford: And I'm gonna be one till I'm a dead old man.
Fred G. Sanford: [Fred reading a recipe from the newspaper's food section] Here it is right here. It says, "Tempt your guests with this delicious, appetizing horse diver."
Lamont Sanford: Wait a minute, let me see that. That's not "horse diver." It's French. That's horz dee ovary.
Fred G. Sanford: [to Grady, who's vigorously blowing his nose] Grady, will you stop that? You gonna blow something out your head that you need.
Lamont Sanford: [Comes in] Hey Pop, I'm home.
[Fred is sitting on the couch looking down and makes a small noise to acknowledge him]
Lamont Sanford: What's the matter, Pop?
Fred G. Sanford: [Down voice] I'm mad at myself.
Lamont Sanford: What for?
Fred G. Sanford: For... talking you into letting Grady stay here.
Lamont Sanford: [Looking out the window, referring to Grady] Well, you better think of something quick, because here he comes now, probably thinking about all the peace and quiet he's going to have with his new family.
Fred G. Sanford: [Camera zooms in on his face] Or... the peace and quiet he *thought* he was going to have with his new family. You with me?
Lamont Sanford: [Smiling] I'm way ahead of you, Pop!