RV (2006)

Josh Hutcherson: Carl Munro

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Quotes 

• Bob Munro : Yo, my mobile-homeboys, what's trippin' in the wood?

  Hip Hop Wannabe : This termite belong to you?

  Bob Munro : Yo, my man said...

  Carl Munro : [gets mad]  Don't call him...

  Bob Munro : [restraints Carl]  Easy! This my man C, he small but ferocious, but you dogs, you hardcore, where you from?

  Hip Hop Wannabe : Scottsdale!

  Bob Munro : Scottsdale, in the 'Zona! That's a hardcore 'hood. But you want to take on my man C, here, go ahead, because, you know, he's fierce, he gonna come up in your face, he gonna major damage you. You gonna walk away, maybe limp. But I say talk to the hand, call waiting, because he's out. Boy is out. I can't restrains him. Because I'm conversating you right now to give him a chance to cool down, to get back to a realistic level, as it were. Because we could be chillin' in our crib. Not just on this mobile home thing, representing Mali-bu and Westwood, you know. Malling it, like we all can. Boys to mensch. Pimp my Mercedes, call me back, put you on hold. You know what I'm saying?

  Hip Hop Wannabe : Er... we gotta go.

  [leaves] 

  Bob Munro : Mm-hmm, you better, man, don't make me call my lawyer, 'cause I'll audit!

• Cassie Munro : Why can't we just give it Carl and maybe he'll eat it and leave.

  Carl Munro : Why don't we feed him you, maybe he's on a south bitch diet.

• Cassie Munro : Maybe we can feed Carl to the raccoon.

  Carl Munro : Maybe we can feed him you, he might be on the south bitch diet.

  Bob Munro : That's a good one son.

• Bob Munro : Welcome aboard, everybody. Before we embark, I think we should give this beauty a name. Suggestions?

  Cassie Munro : The Big Turd.

  Carl Munro : The Big Rolling Turd?

  Bob Munro : In that spirit, we set forth.

• Carl Munro : I think I pulled a muscle.

  [flexes] 

  Moon Gornicke : Where?

  Carl Munro : In the woods.

• Carl Munro : Does anybody have a vomit bag?

  Jamie Munro : You sick?

  Carl Munro : Big time. Cassie and Earl are making out.

• Carl Munro : [to wannabee gangsters]  Why dont you trade that thing above your neck for a face.

  Bob Munro : [to wannabee gangsters]  Yo, my mobile home boys. What's craking in the wood... Don't make me call my lawyer cause I'll audit...

• Carl Munro : Now what do we do?

  Cassie Munro : Hey, I know! Let's go to the beach and go surfing. Wait a minute, I forgot. We're not in Hawaii. We're where NASA faked the moon landing.

• Bob Munro : Maybe now is the time to confess to you that your dad's not the master of all things.

  Carl Munro : I got that when you started taking advice from morons.

  Bob Munro : Yeah. All we need is a banjo.

• Carl Munro : I gotta take a crap. Time to break in the pooper.

  Cassie Munro : You are so disgusting.

  Carl Munro : Dad! The toilet's backed up!