Ricky: "Dear tiny Jesus in your golden-fleece diapers, with your tiny, little, fat, balled-up fists pawing at the air..."
Chip: "He was a man. He had a beard."
Ricky: "Look, I like the baby version the best, do you hear me? I win the races and I get the money."
Carley: "Ricky, finish the damn grace."