Yours, Mine and Ours

Frank:
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Move it! Move it! Move it! Move it!

Ethan:
Move it! Move it! Move it!

Frank:
That means you too, Ethan. Head ashore, Sailor.

Ethan:
Aye-aye! Head ashore!

Marisa, Bina:
Mo-om!

Helen:
What?

Marisa, Bina:
He's painting our roses again!

Dylan:
[after being tattled of spray painting the twins' roses] It's art.

Jimi:
You can't call it art unless you have talent.

Jimi:
Now, put your hands up in the air and wave them like you just don't care. And if you think that Kelly is the best, let me hear you say "Oh, yeah!" "Oh, yeah!" Go, Kelly! Go, Kelly! The other team is...

Michael:
Smelly!

Jimi:
They're quaking like they're...

Harry:
Jelly!

Bina, Marisa:
We've got sisters from...

Bina, Marisa:
New Delhii!

Jimi, Michael, Harry, Bina, Marisa, Dylan, Christina, Pheobe, Naoko, Joni:
Go, Kelly! Go, Kelly! The other team is smelly! They's quaking like they're jelly! We got sisters from New Delhi!

Jimi:
Go, Kelly!

Frank:
William, what have you got there?

William:
Academy applications, S.A.T. forms, Capital Summer Hill entry forms, and the number of the girl two houses down.

Frank:
[asked his eldest son, William of what he is holding of entering in their new home] Outsanding!

William:
One, two.

William:
It's time for us to call a truce. None of us likes this situation. But if we want to win out, we need to unite against the greater enemy. That enemy's name is Mom and Dad.

Dylan:
Mom gets married, we get drafted.

Ethan:
Need more chocolate.

[Mick's pet pig, Fiona, swallowed Christina's cellphone]

Christina:
You are so dead.

Mick:
She's just a pig!

Christina:
Not the pig. You!

Mick:
Uh-oh. [Christina angrily chases Mick] Mom, the cheerleader's after me!

Christina:
[to Phoebe] You did NOT just splatter me with paint.

Phoebe:
[annoyed]What are you talking about?

Kelly:
Get the camera away from me.

Naoko:
But I'm capturing the verity of life at sea.

Harry:
How about capturing my fist in your face? [Naoko pushes Harry] Hey.