Lindsay: Can't you at least come over and Dustbuster or something?
Lupe: I no does Buster anymore!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. There's still plenty of meat on that bone. Now, you take this home, throw it in a pot, add some broth, a potato. Baby, you've got a stew going.

Carl Weathers

Franklin: My name is Judge.
Gob: Whose name is Judge?
Franklin: My name is.
Michael: Okay.
Gob: That's a silly name.
Michael: That's enough.
Franklin: Judge, my name.
Gob: Yes, I am judging your name. It am silly.
Franklin: Is.
Michael: Please stop.
Gob: Oh, now, you're correcting my grammar.

Gob: Sounds like a tennis match between Steffi Graf and Happy Days star Donny Host.
Narrator: That's 'Most'!

George Michael: Uncle Gob, was Aunt Lindsay ever pregnant?
Gob: Yeah, sure, dozens of times.

(to Lucille) You lied to me! You said my father was my father, but my uncle is my father. My father is my uncle!

Buster

(Whispering)
George Sr.: They cannot arrest a husband and wife for the same crime.
Michael: Yeah? I don't think that that's true, dad.
George Sr.: Really? I've got the worst (bleep) attorneys!

A lady of the evening. Working girl. She turns illusions for money ... tricks.

Gob

Oh, mercy me! I forgot that we were in the colonies.

Mrs. Featherbottom

Barry Zuckerkorn: Ooooo! And that's what we call a law-bomb!
Attorney: That's a low blow, Loblaw.
Bob Loblaw: A Bob Loblaw Law Bomb!

Rollo: If you care about your brother, you'll get in this car.
Michael: Which brother?

Gob: Great news! Dad wasn't crushed to death!
Michael: Was there a risk of that?