Society

Sergeant Burt:
Is it really that boring being rich? I guess you're just naturally f***ed up.

Bill Whitney:
F***in' nightmare.

Dr. Cleveland:
Last night?

Bill Whitney:
My life.

Dr. Cleveland:
Are you scared?

Bill Whitney:
I get scared.

Dr. Cleveland:
Of what?

Bill Whitney:
My parents, my sister... you.

Dr. Cleveland:
Why?

Bill Whitney:
I feel like something's gonna happen. And, if I scratch the surface, they'll be something terrible underneath.

Dr. Cleveland:
It's perfectly normal to experience a certain irrational fear. It's no more than a phase. It'll pass, I assure you.

Bill Whitney:
[takes a bite of an apple; which is infested with maggots and worms]

Dr. Cleveland:
How do you feel about your family now, in light of all these recent victories?

Bill Whitney:
My family?

Dr. Cleveland:
Yes.

Bill Whitney:
Uhm... nothing. I mean, I don't think about them, they don't think about me. We're just one big happy family... except for a little incest and psychosis.

Dr. Cleveland:
Y'know, you really deserve what's going to happen to you.

Bill Whitney:
What's gonna happen?

Dr. Cleveland:
You're going to make a wonderful contribution to society.

David Blanchard:
You've been living with these people all your life, and you didn't know anything about this?

Bill Whitney:
I wanna know what happened to Blanchard. And I wanna know what your did to my sister.

Ferguson:
You know the schedule; first, we dine. Then, I f***ed your sister. Then, everybody else got so turned on, they f***ed her too. As far as big ol' breath Blanchard goes; I ran that low-rent fool right into a pole. Pretty busy week, don't you think?

Clarissa Carlyn:
How do you like your tea? Cream, sugar... or do you want me to pee in it?

Bill Whitney:
[after being speechless for a few seconds] You are a class act, Clarissa.

Dr. Cleveland:
Just a little bit paranoid, Bill, within normal ranges.

Jenny Whitney:
If you have any Oedipal fantasies you'd like to indulge in, Billy, now's the time!

Milo:
No, no, no, no, no, no!

Jim Whitney:
You were right Billy, I am a butthead!

Bill Whitney:
F*** you, butthead!

Bill Whitney:
Paranoid? I'm not paranoid. All my fears are real.