Look Who's Talking Now

Mikey Ubriacco:
Stop brushing her, Julie. She already looks like a Q-tip.

Julie Ubriacco:
Your dog smells like a diaper.

Mikey Ubriacco:
Does not!

Julie Ubriacco:
Diaper dog! Diaper dog!

Mikey Ubriacco:
Q-tip head dog.

Julie Ubriacco:
Stinky dog!

Mikey Ubriacco:
Bald-butted dog.

Mikey Ubriacco:
I don't wanna brush my teeth. I brushed them last Saturday!

James:
I know, but you're gonna have plants growing out of your mouth.

Rocks:
Ma, hey Ma! Check it out! I got these things on my face to open. I can see! I can see... wrinkly butts. Yuck!

Rocks:
Good. That makes me the cute one.

Mollie:
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess, and she moved to Queens. The end.

Julie Ubriacco:
That's not a story!

Mollie:
It is tonight. Good night.

James:
Look, they're gonna know my wife put me in this suit. It's the color of poo.

Mollie:
James.

James:
What?

Mollie:
Don't tell jokes.

James:
I'm funny!

Mollie:
You *are* funny, honey, in sort of a . . .

James:
Corny.

Mollie:
Corny, kind of funny.

Mollie:
When he gets nervous, he gets completely honest. That is a major business liability.

Mollie:
Most little girls are obsessed with ponies and mermaids, not big sweaty men making jump shots. Should we be worried? Mike!

James:
Well, it's the Suns, honey. If it were the Mavericks, I'd be worried.

Mikey Ubriacco:
We need a dog. 'Cause like those guys who come to our door to sell stuff, he could chew their legs off.

James:
Mike, what do you think of this suit?

Mikey Ubriacco:
You look like my principal.

James:
See? Even he thinks it's stupid.

Mollie:
*He* is not offering you a dental plan.

James:
Honey, this isn't me. I wanna be myself.

Mollie:
Okay, you're not gonna get this job if you're yourself.