Dharma & Greg

Larry: Way to go, Greg. You're no longer a knuckle dragging goon for the man. Greg: Yes. Larry: A mindless puppet for the ink stain myopic bureaucrat. Greg: That's right. Larry: A bloated pimp for the military industrial complex. Greg: You never really liked me, did you?

Greg: Singing I wanna rock and roll all night and part of every day. I wanna rock and roll all night and part of every day. Dharma: You wanna rock and roll all night and what? Greg: Still singing And part of every day. Dharma: Part of? Greg: Yeah, aren't those the words? Dharma: No, it's party every day. Greg: Every day? All day? How are you gonna rock and roll the next night?

Greg: I don't wanna feel sad. Dharma: Well, nobody does. That's why there's drugs, alcohol, war, divorce, catalogs, plastic surgery, and pudding.

Dharma: Have you ever seen him [Greg] so happy? Kitty: No, I have not. I blame you!

Edward: Gregory. Greg: Hey Dad! What can I get you? Edward: Well, $200,000 for your education, for starters.

Greg: Pete? Pete: Greg? It is still Greg, isn't it? Greg: Yeah. Come on, I'm busy. What do you want? Pete: Um, grilled cheese and some fries. And maybe a big bowl of what the hell ya doin'?!