All Grown Up!

Phil: (Singing) Home, home on the range. Where the deer and the antelope play. Where seldom is heard a discouraging word. And the skies are not cloudy all day. (Stops singing, to Lil) Not bad, huh? Lil: I don't know you.

Tommy: You sure play some lousy horseshoes. What do you get out of that? Grandpa Lou: First of all, it's fun. Secondly, if I didn't take up horseshoes, I never would have met your grandmother. Tommy: She played, too? Grandpa Lou: No, she was walking by. I broke her nose.

Little Red: Any luck with cow tipping? Listen, Susie, I don't want to spoil your fun, but there ain't no such thing as cow tipping. It's an urban legend. Susie: So, it's a hoax? Oh, like us city kids don't have alligators in our sewers. Little Red: (Spits out his drink, sadly) You don't have alligators in your sewers?

Tommy: Chuckie, I'm sorry was kind of a jerk to you the other night. Chuckie: Nah, you weren't a jerk, just testy. But you seem like you're in a good mood now. Did you finally lasso the wooden cow? Tommy: Nope. I finally accepted the fact that I'm the lamest cowboy on the planet, and I'm completely comfortable with it. Chuckie: I've always said the key to happiness is... lowered expectations.

Tommy: Not everyone can expect to be a cowboy overnight. (Chuckie begins playing harmonica) Tommy: When did you learn how to play the harmonica? Chuckie: I play the harmonica?

Chuckie: Okay, you haven't said one word for the past 23 minutes. What's the matter? Tommy: Nothing. Chuckie: You want some help with the horse stuff? Tommy: Why? I know what I'm doing... just not yet. Chuckie: I'm surprised I'm so good at this stuff. But I think it's because I didn't think I would be good at all, so being bad wasn't so scary, and being good got easier. Do you know what I mean? Tommy: Was I supposed to?

Big Red: Hey, hey, hey, hey! What's all the ruckus in here? Dil: It's not really a ruckus. It's more of a hubbub.

Angelica: Ah! There's this thing chasing me! It's hideous! Get it off me! Susie: What is it? Angelica: A really ugly duck?! How should I know? I accidentally hatched it, and now it won't stop following me! Stay away from me. I have orange sauce and I am not afraid to use it. Susie: Oh, look... the little thing thinks you're his mama. Angelica: Well, I'm not. It's ugly, and dirty, and smells like Phil!

Susie: Leave it up to Tommy to give shoveling manure a good rap.

Angelica: (To Red & Big Red, as they leave) Which one of you do I talk to about room service?

Big Red: Well, it's 4:00 pm - y'all better catch some shuteye. Around here, we get up before the roosters.

Angelica: This arrangement's fine for the preteens, but I'm going to my own bathroom with a hot tub, Internet access, and free movies. Red: (To Grandpa, about Angelica) If you adjust her dial, does the static go away?

Angelica: What are you looking at? Little Red: Uh... I - I never met a city girl before. How did you get your hair so shiny? Angelica: We bathe.

(On the bus, Angelica's kicking Tommy's seat) Tommy: Angelica, do you have to keep kicking my seat? Angelica: No, I don't have to, but seeing as how you got us into this mess, it's my pleasure.