King of The Hill

Dale: Poor Joseph. Can you send a thirteen year-old boy a bouquet of flowers? Is that appropriate? Hank: Well, if the boy is my boy, you can.

Joseph: You're telling me I'm from outer space? Like E.T.? Dale: Actually, no. He was a purebred alien, and had a heart of gold. You're only half-alien, and at times can be a tad self-absorbed.

Joseph: Dad, aliens impregnated Mom. That's a given. But isn't it possible that first they abducted you, stole your genetic material, and used that to create me? Dale: Recovering... recovering... recovered memory! That's exactly how it went down, which means you are my flesh-and-blood genetic son!

Hank: I guess you had your own idiot man-child to deal with. Bobby: That Joseph. He's really... really like his dad. Hank: Yep. Those Gribbles are two nuts on the same sundae. Bobby: Yep. Hank: Yep.