Robert: "You jagaloons! You're failures! Failures!"
Brennan: "Hey, you're embarassing yourself, you geriatric bleep!"
Brennan: "Two things: You keep your liver-spotted hands off my beautiful mother. She's a saint! And then you sit down and you write Dale and Brennan a check for $10,000."
Nancy: "Oh, stop it. Stop it right--"
Brennan: "Or I'm gonna shove one of those fake hearing devices so far up your ass..."
Brennan: "...you can hear the sound of your small intestine as it produces shit!"