You're a Big Boy Now

Margery Chanticleer:
Remember my promise: If you don't smoke until you're 21, I'll give you a special no-smoking present. Say goodbye to Rover, he's heartbroken.

Bernard Chanticleer:
Goodbye, Dog.

Margery Chanticleer:
Don't eat too much, don't stay out too late, don't go to suspicious places to play cards, and stay away from girls. But most of all, Bernard, try to be happy.

I. H. Chanticleer:
Whammo!

Raef Del Grado:
Oh, don't you think it's very odd, That we should kneel and pray to god, When by all accounts, we might, Send our problems up by kite!

Miss Thing:
Last week I was 19. Today I'm 42. If I had an eggshell for every day I'd spent alone, I'd have a lot of eggshells.

I. H. Chanticleer:
Margery, your lint is settling on the Guttenberg Bible.

Bernard Chanticleer:
Aw, to hell with you're Guttenberg Bible. I hate your Guttenberg Bible!

Barbara Darling:
You like those coffin nails too much. Better watch out. Better not cough.