Dharma & Greg

Kitty: Gregory, Gregory, I am sorry, I am sorry. It's just that...that I worry about you. I know how difficult it will be for you to have parents that other people look down upon. Dharma: See, Honey? It is about you.

Greg: I can't believe you'd make such a big deal of inviting us over for dinner and give me nothing but grief. Edward: Oh, I just wanted to give you grief. Your mother insisted on serving a meal.

Jane: I wonder what Scotland's going to be like? Dharma: I'll show you. I have an informative video. Jane: That's Greg playing golf. Dharma: Exactly. Now add a couple castles and a lake with a monster.

Jane: What have you been drinking? Dharma: Scotch, which was invented by the great Scotsman Angus McBarf when his wife told him what was for dinner.

Dharma: Can I interest you in some blood pudding? It's another Scottish taste bud tickler made of, are you ready, BLOOD!

Jane: Oh, God, what is that? It smells like you're frying vomit! Dharma: (Using a heavy Scottish accent) Close. I'm making a great big pot of haggis. Jane: What the hell is haggis? Dharma: It's sheep's heart and liver minced up and seasoned with just a hint of lung and then neatly stuffed back into it's own stomach - yummy! Jane: That's not food. That's what happens when circus trains collide.