Yes, Dear
2000
Greg Warner: What do you mean you can't kill it? You used to go hunting when you where young! Jimmy Hughes: I just liked to chug beer and paint my face!
Jimmy Hughes: So you and that girl Lisa seem to be getting along. Marcellas Reynolds: Yeah, she's sweet. Jimmy Hughes: Oh she is fine! I think you have a chance with her. Marcellas Reynolds: Jimmy, you do know that I'm gay, right? Jimmy Hughes: Oh... Okay... well check out the abs on Nathan.
Nathan Marlow: I heard what you said about my abs... thanks. Lisa Donahue: I heard what you said about my ass... thanks.
Christine Hughes: (explaining to the babysitter) Ok, this baby monitor will let you keep track of Dominic from the house. Now, if he begins to cry, press this button to turn it off.
Kim Warner: (following a night of unusually good sex) It was amazing... all the screaming... Greg Warner: Yeah... I just hope I didn't wake Sammy.
Gloria: (Kim and Greg has just found Gloria, their babysitter, on their couch with a guy) Oh, I'm sorry... have you met my husband Guillermo? Kim Warner: No, I don't believe I have. Gloria: Well, if you do, don't tell him about Lou.
Christine Hughes: (hands Kim a blender) Here, have your Daquiri maker back. Kim Warner: Why, doesn't it work? Christine Hughes: Well, yeah, it works just fine, but... do you remember yesterday? Kim Warner: Yes. Christine Hughes: I don't.
Greg Warner: Where's Sammy? Kim Warner: Up in the room with Dominic and Logan. Greg Warner: Really? Kim Warner: They asked for three sheets and shut the door. Either they're playing ghosts, building a fort or having a clan meeting.
Greg Warner: (Sammy has fallen down from the jungle-gym) Does it still hurt, Sammy? Sam 'Sammy' Warner: No. Christine Hughes: I'm just glad he stopped crying... Greg Warner: I was worried about my son!
Jimmy Hughes: (Greg and Kim are kissing, and Jimmy walks in) Get a room. Greg Warner: Get a house.
Mr Savitsky: Warner, give me that Bop-It game!
Grandma Nan: (to Greg) You were always my favorite, Jimmy. Kim Warner: No, Grandma Nan, that's Greg. Grandma Nan: Greg who?
Greg Warner: Where do you see yourself in twenty years? Jimmy Hughes: I don't know. Where do you see me in twenty years? Greg Warner: Hopefully just at holidays and other family functions.
Greg Warner: Hey, what's up? Kim Warner: Nothing. Just thinking of names for Jimmy's boat. Greg Warner: How about the S.S. Jimmy's An Idiot?
Logan Hughes: Why do we have to take a bath? We're not dirty. Christine Hughes: Logan, in the last hour I've seen you stick your finger up three different nostrils.
Greg Warner: Great, dinner with Jimmy. It's like "Tuesdays With Morrie" except you don't learn anything, and at the end you want to guy to die.
Kim Warner: Sammy, why do you keep on scratching your head? Jimmy Hughes: Maybe he's perplexed... What? That's a word, right?