Bob Henry: There's people who do good, Joey. They have... a family... a job... I had a job. Swabbed floors, made a livin'. I had a pension comin'.

Joe Henry: I gotta go.

Bob Henry: What I'm sayin' is... There are good people, Joey, and then there are people like me. Don't get caught on the wrong side of that equation.

[spanking Joe violently, making it personal]

Mrs. Basil: You're just like your father.

Theresa Henry: You be a good boy, Joe.

Roy: While you're in the bathroom, put some toilet paper in there.

Joe: You do it. It's your jerk-off room.

Roy: I'll jerk your head off!

Bob Henry: You listen to me.

[grabbing Joe's ear]

Bob Henry: When I ask you to do something, you do it, right?

Joe: Right.

Bob Henry: Make me chase you down the fucking street... If I ask you to march out on the street and jump up and down like G.I Joe, you do it, right?

Joe: Right!

Bob Henry: If I ask you to go up on the roof and bark like a chicken, you do it, right?

Joe: Right!

Bob Henry: I don't give a fuck whether it's your bosses, whatever it is, I'm your father and you do exactly what I say. Look at me! Right?

Joe: Right.

Bob Henry: All right. What's for supper?

Bob Henry: What do you need the money for? Christ, I coulda got you the money. What the fuck d'you need money for? You're thirteen fucking years old.

Joe: Fourteen

Bob Henry: Well, you're not gonna see fifteen at this rate.

[seeing Joe eating scraps out of the sink]

Jorge: Did you get something to eat?

Joe: Uh, just some Ho-Ho's.

Jorge: Ho-ho's? Get a sandwich. Tell Roy to get you a sandwich, man.

Joe: No, it's all right. I'll just pick on this.

Jorge: I wouldn't be touchin' that if you saw the leper who was drooling all over that shit.

Jorge: [calling to the cook] Hey, Roy, you old fuck!

Roy: What?

Jorge: Get the boy a sandwich or somethin' before he gets hepatitis!

Mike Henry: The old man went nuts.

Joe Henry: What?

Mike Henry: He broke all her records.

Bob Henry: Love you.

Bob Henry: You stink. I can smell your fucking shoes from here. I want you to take those, like I told you a thousand times before, and throw them in the fucking trash.

Joe Henry: Why don't you buy me some new ones?

Bob Henry: You're the big man. You're the workin' man.

Joe Henry: Yeah, you know what I make?

Bob Henry: Oh, why don't you tell me about it, big man, working man.

Joe Henry: You don't wanna know.

Bob Henry: Yeah, how much you take in tonight? Let me see your wallet. Come here.

Joe Henry: Why? You wanna borrow some?

Bob Henry: Are you through? Come on. You finished?

Joe Henry: Every time I turn the corner it's "When's your old man gonna pay me?" and "Tell your old man I better get my money". Brazer, Jerry, and everyone else. You owe 'em, so pay 'em. Get 'em off MY back.

Bob Henry: Thought I... told you to get rid of those shoes?

Joe Henry: I'll get around to it.

Bob Henry: So, you're gonna do some time. Stevie Wonder coulda seen that comin'.

Joe Henry: I'll take a grilled cheese, Popeye.

Roy: You'll take squirrel.