Dinosaurs

Charlene: Daddy, Nature gave me a tail, Nature thinks I'm old enough to make the right decisions. Earl: Is this the same nature that gave us volcanos and earthquakes and human beings? The same nature who turned you overnight from my little girl to this female...walking-home-by-herself thing? I don't think nature knows what it's doing. I think you need something to protect you from nature. Charlene: You mean like a father? Earl: Well actually I was thinking more like a machine gun, but I guess a father does in a pinch.

Fran: When you stop to think about it, is having a tail really that important? Charlene: Well yes. Fran: Who says? Charlene: Well the world, magazines, movies, television. Fran: Charlene, the tail on your back isn't nearly as important as the head on your shoulders, and you've got a good one, and I'm surprised at you for not using it.

Creature: Hey! Look here, chunky. Just because you can't sleep, don't mean you got to disturb me! Earl: Uh, no, uh... Creature: Then tuck me in! Yeah. Taking me out the refrigerator this time of night, I'll lose my space. Hey! Kiss me good night! Earl: Oh, yes sir. (kisses creature) Creature: And don't be putting me in no vegetable bin. I wake up with the vegetables, I'll come out of there and kick your big, flabby, dinosaur butt all up and down the super-continent!

Charlene: So should I swing it, or just let it drag? Fran: Nice girls don't swing. Charlene: So boys like that? Fran: No. Ethyl: It drives them crazy. Fran: Mother! Ethyl: You want her to be single for the rest of her life? (to Charlene) Honey, just swing it a little until you're married, then you can put it away.