Sam's Son

Sam Orowitz:
[He shines his flashlight on Robert, who has his foot up on the seat] All right, get your foot off the seat.

Robert Woods:
I'm just resting, Pops.

Sam Orowitz:
You want to rest? Go to bed. Get your foot off the seat.

Harriet Orowitz:
I was never so embarrassed in all my life! I mean, even the principal couldn't believe that you would make up such a ridiculous story!

Gene Orowitz:
It's not ridiculous. I didn't make it up.

Harriet Orowitz:
Oh. Well, then, god forgive us. He is crazy.

Sam Orowitz:
Oh, no. Harriet!

Harriet Orowitz:
What else would you call it? I mean, ask him. Ask him why he thinks he's getting stronger because his hair is getting longer. Is that why God said? Did God talk to you?

Gene Orowitz:
No. It was a feeling. It just came to me.

Harriet Orowitz:
It just came to you. Well, it just came to me that you will get your hair cut, tomorrow and that you'll ever bring up this-this Samson nonsense, again. Is that clear? Is that understood?

Gene Orowitz:
[Annoyed] Yes! [He gets up and walks outside]

Harriet Orowitz:
And since you think you're so strong with that big head of hair of yours, you can take out the trash, tonight! [Sam then gives Harriet a dirty look]

Harriet Orowitz:
And don't look at me, like that. I just want him to look normal.