All Grown Up!

Betty: How 'bout we squeeze in some "Lil time" tomorrow. After practice, we can have a girls night out. Lil: We're not shopping for bras, are we? Betty: That's your father's department.

Pangborn: (Sobbing) How can Lil do this to me? To us? Betty: Sometimes, you got to let them make their own choices. You should shave your neck.

Football Coach: (Blows whistle) You expect to be on junior junior varsity with no upper-body strength? (Blows whistle) Angelica: You're the coach! Why don't you show me how it's done?! Put your money where your big, fat mouth is! Football Coach: That's some squawk box you got on you, Pickles. Any chance you'd be interested in a student coaching position?

Angelica: (In a football uniform) Tell me the truth. Do I have helmet hair? Kimi: More like helmet brain.

Angelica: That's it! Sports - it's a guy magnet. I just need a sport. Susie: Your'e forgetting one itsy-bitsy detail; you have no athletic ability whatsoever. Angelica: Yeah, but that sure doesn't stop Phil.

Pangborn: (To soccer team) And just because we've lost every single game... ever... doesn't mean that today we can't lose by a little bit less.

Pangborn: (To soccer team) Time to work on penalty shots, people! (Softly) 'Cause heaven knows you need it.

Pangborn: Wally, eye on the ball! Eye on the ball! Betty: No! No! No! You have to keep your eyes straight ahead and feel the ball. Pangborn: (Blows whistle) Excuse me. You ever heard of the word "assistant"? It means you zip it, while I do the coaching.

Susie: That worked out well. Angelica: (Frustrated) Put a lid on it, Carmichael.