The Cobbler

Max Simkin:
I don't sell shoes, Mrs. Stevens.

Jimmy:
If they ever have a kid, you won't be able to look directly at it.

Jimmy:
I was always telling your pop he should sell this crap and make some money, but he can never throw anything away.

Max Simkin:
Yeah, except his family.

Max Simkin:
Hey, Ma, let me ask you somethin'. You ever wish you were somebody else?

Sarah Simkin:
No. I'm your mother. That's all I ever wanted to be.

Max Simkin:
But... if you could do whatever you wanted to do, what would it be?

Sarah Simkin:
Um... Have dinner with your father. That would be nice.

Carmen Herrara:
I'm delivering groceries to one of our elderly neighbors.

Max Simkin:
All by yourself?

Carmen Herrara:
Yeah, Max, I'm a bad ass.

Mr. Solomon:
Come in, but take off shoes.

Brian:
You're wearin' yours.

Mr. Solomon:
It's my house.

Abraham Simkin:
It's a privilege to walk in another man's shoes, Max, but it's also a responsibility.

Abraham Simkin:
You know, barbers have always been very trusted friends to us. We never have to worry about them.

Max Simkin:
Uh, who do we have to worry about?

Abraham Simkin:
Dry cleaners.

Max Simkin:
Dry cleaners? Really?

Abraham Simkin:
They're not nice fellas, and they're very powerful.

[last lines]

Abraham Simkin:
Tomorrow we'll sit down with the stitcher. I'll show you everything.

Max Simkin:
Oh, man, that thing is great, Pop. Where-where did we get it?

Abraham Simkin:
The stitcher? Oh, that's a good story, actually. A long time ago, on the coldest of winter nights, a vagrant came knocking at the door of our shop. Your great-great-grandfather gave him shelter when no one else would. He fed the man, mended his shoes... In the morning, the vagrant...

Chinese Guy:
[Max] I have an ac-CENT. I have an ac-CENT! Nice!

Taryn:
Are you high?

Emiliano:
No, but I wish I was.

Max Simkin:
Kid, wake up! I'm not gonna eat you!