Arthur to Doug: ‘You know, we're quite a team.
Like Jake and the Fatman.
Needless to say, I'm Jake.’
Spence: ‘Oh my God.
My TiVo thinks I'm gay.’
Arthur: ‘Well, time for work.
The pretzel store awaits.’
Doug: ‘Off to the salt mines, huh?’
Arthur: ‘I don't follow.’
Doug: ‘It's just an expression.
Plus, you work in a pretzel store.’
Arthur: [confused look]
Doug: ‘Pretzels have salt...’
Arthur: ‘Well, that's 10 seconds of my life I'm never getting back.’
Arthur: ‘It’s called gravity, Douglas, and it’s coming for ya.’
Arthur: ‘You're not throwing out these rubber bands, are you?’
Carrie: ‘They're all broken, dad.’
Arthur: ‘So...you tie the ends together and they're just as good as new, Mrs. Rockefeller!’
[heads downstairs with the rubber bands]
‘Well, there goes my day off!
Right out the window!!’
Arthur: ‘I thought ironic meant made up entirely of iron.’
Carrie: ‘Is this how you take a bath?’
Spence: ‘Yes.’
Carrie: ‘You look like Ernie from Sesame Street.’
Spence: ‘What did I do to you?’
Arthur: ‘You love your parents more than me, admit it!’
Doug: ‘Done.’
[Doug answers the phone]
Doug: ‘Hello...
Mhm?...
Oh, hold on a second, let me get him...
Arthur!
Phone!’
Arthur: ‘Who is it?’
Doug: ‘It's Louis Di Robertis from some law firm.’
Arthur: ‘Tell him to drop dead!’
Doug: ‘Okay, I am not going to tell him to drop dead.’
Arthur: ‘Then tell him to go to hell!’
Doug: ‘Not telling him that either.’
Arthur: ‘Then you go to hell!’
Doug: ‘You go to hell!’
Arthur: ‘Drop dead!’
[Doug lifts up the phone]
Doug: ‘Sorry, wrong number.’
Carrie: ‘I just realized with you I need to lower my expectations.’
Doug: ‘The lower you go, the happier you'll be.’
Arthur: ‘I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation… because I was eavesdropping.’
Doug: ‘Some guy from the senior center called and wants you to take over for the weekend.’
Arthur: ‘I can't..
Or can I?
The will is their but do I have the stamina?
You know what... I'LL DO IT!’
Doug: ‘Couldn't care less.’
Arthur: ‘But I am basement Artie, I certainly wouldn’t want to lose that moniker.’
Arthur: ‘In my book, the losers are the real winners.’
Doug: ‘Then what are the winners?;
Arthur: ‘They're still winners.
You can't take that away from them Douglas.
After all, they did win.’
[Arthur has put dirty dishes in the cupboard]
Doug: ‘No big deal.
We'll just reload the dishwasher and wash 'em.
Okay, which of these did you already put away?’
Arthur: ‘Let's see, I definitely remember putting away a blue bowl with big white and yellow sunflowers on it.’
Doug: ‘Okay, we don't own anything close to that.’
Het is hetzelfde als een jaar geleden.
Maar nu zal een boosterprikje het redden?
Geniet van jullie vrijheid nadat je hele immuunsysteem kapot is geprikt.
Inkomen gegarandeerd voor de farmaceutische industrie… blijven boosteren jongens!