Harry: How will we pass the time? I've got an idea: sex. Lots of sex. Starting right now.

Debbie: You had sex?
Harry: You made a movie of it?

Annie: Why is life so full of challenges?
Harry: Because it's life.

Harry: (talking about Tracy) Thank you for not stabbing her to death with a pencil.
Debbie: If you had scissors on your desk, it would be a different story.

I feel like I have a son and I haven't been any sort of father to him.

[Harry holds up two shirts to Debbie]
Harry: Sweetheart, which one?
Debbie: Well the green goes better what with I'm wearing, and I want remind Tracy that we go together just in case she gets confused

Ryan: This isn't cool, Harry.
Harry: Not interested in being cool. Or your opinion, Mr. Matthews.

Tabitha: Harry, it's my pool and I'm gonna do what I want when I want.
Harry: Did I miss a segue here?

Harry: She is having a rough time.
Annie: So is everyone else. It's called high school.

It is a hotel! With rooms, and beds, and horny teenage boys.

The boys here are different than the boys back in Kansas. I know; I used to be one.

Debbie: I thought we were cooler than our parents.
Harry: We're cool!


We're not just friends, we're a family. And nobody messes with my family.


Dixon: Are you sure you're ready for this?
Silver: I've never been more ready for anything in my life.