George: Carmen, I'm going to tell you something we weren't going to tell you until you turned 18. If you get pregnant, you'll die.
Angie: George! That's horrible... to just blurt out the truth like that! (To Carmen) You have a rare baby allergy. You getting pregnant would be like putting a grenade in your cookie.
Carmen: Okay, you guys can't keep my from Jason anymore than you can keep a hungry bow weeval from a field full of cotton.
George: Well if you think you're getting married, you're crazier than a gravy covered cat in a barn full of bloodhounds! (To Angie) It's hard, you try it!