Bulldog: (throws firecracker in trash can and sits on the lid and he flies up when it explodes) Why do I do stupid things? (smashes through limb) Because I'm stupid.
Bulldog: (pulls rug out from under Precious) I wish I could say I'm sorry, but I'm not. (laughs)
Bulldog: Come back with my hankie, you sneaky hound!
Bulldog: That Precious is cramping my romantic style. I'll give him a nice dressing down with this dresser. (pushes dresser over and on top of Precious)
Granny: Nothing like a backyard golf course to keep Granny in shape. Huh, Precious? Even if it has only one hole.