Lisa: You are so, so grounded.
Lisa: And no phone.
Lisa: No phone?
Lisa: And no TV.
Lisa: No TV?
Lisa: Dad, don't question her. You're only making it worst.
Jordan: Looks like they're checking I.D.s. (looking at Tamera) Better get yours out cousin Glenda.
Lisa: Isn't it about time for your Matlock marathon.
Ray: I don't watch Matlock. I watch Disgnosis Murder.
Lisa: (sarcastically) Ooh.
Jordan: I've got I.D.s.
Tia: Wait Hold up, you guys, I am not down with fake I.D.s.
Jordan: These people arent fake, they're my cousins.
Tamera: Uh, Jordan, shouldn't my I.D. look like Tia's?
Jordan: What's your point?
Tia and Tamera: We're twins.
Jordan: Just don't stand together.
Tyreke: Jordan, my guy as hair. Man and it's gray.
Jordan: So, I have dreds.
Aaron: Lisa, are you sure you never drive a motorcycle before? I didn't know my bike could do a two mile wheelie.
Lisa: Well, it was either that or stop at the red light.
Construstion Worker 1: Yo, sexy, can I help you with your bags?
Construstion Worker 2 : No diggity, I wanna back it up!
Construstion Worker 3: Excuse me, baby, can I talk to you for a minute?
Lisa: I don't think so. We're in a hurry.
Construstion Worker 3: All do, ma'am, I was talking to the honeys behind you.
Lisa: There are no honeys behind... what? My babies?! You sick little pervert!
Construstion Worker 1: Calm down, moms.
Construstion Worker 2 : Hold up, now, lady. We sorry, okay.
Lisa: Oh, you're sorry all right -- hitting on children!