Oh, what time is it? Eight thirty? I'll tell you
whaT's on - yoU got MajoR Dad, BLOSSOM - very funny program.

He's got a good John Houseman name.

She scooped the niblets?

TAAAMMMMAAAALLLLLEEEEE!

Why don't you get a pair of white shoes, move down to Miami Beach and get the whole thing over with?

You have to realize this has not been custom-fitted to his scalp.

What about that underwater escape?

Bozo's out. He's finished. It's over for Bozo.

A big phony. A big one.

I would be honored if you would be my guest for dinner tonight at the Presidential palace. There will be girls there and, I hear, some pretty good food. Of course the problem with parties is you invariably have to eat standing up which I don't care for, but on the other hand, I don't like to balance a plate on my lap…

The Kramer name might live on! Noreen's late! She's laaate!!

What if we grew muttonchops?

Grime, grease, filth, funk, ooze - whatever it is, you take that stuff and put it right on my leather upholstery.

By the way, you need a new Johnson rod in there.

It's the timeless art of seduction.

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

I want you so bad, Bob. You turn me on…so much. You're so damn…sexy. Ohh, I'm starting to unbutton.

Mission accomplished! Back to base, Joe!

It's a million to one.

I calculated my odds of ever getting together with a Portuguese waitress. Mathematically, I had to do it.