- Robbie Sinclair: So, you're making a scent?
- Charlene Sinclair: Yeah. I've got to. My real scent attracted a janitor.
- Grandma Ethyl Phillips: I don't know what I was thinking.
- Fran Sinclair: Well, I can't just stand here waiting. I'm calling the police.
- Charlene Sinclair: Don't bother, I'm back.
- Fran Sinclair: Charlene, thank heavens! Are you all right?
- Charlene Sinclair: I'm fine.
- Grandma Ethyl Phillips: Did you find the lilies?
- Charlene Sinclair: No. The legendary lilies were all plowed under to make room for a one-hour photo booth.
- Fran Sinclair: Earl, this is Ray Gherkin.
- Ray: Howdy-do!
- Earl Sinclair: I like him.
- Charlene Sinclair: Dad!
- Ray: It's nice to meet you, Mr. Sinclair. Hope you don't mind, but I parked my truck on your lawn so's I can keep an eye on it. Don't want nobody stealing my new gun rack.
- Earl Sinclair: Smart.
- Ray: Hey, Smokey!
- [Ray clicks his tounge]
- Charlene Sinclair: Hi, Ray. Uh, what's that under your arm?
- Ray: I didn't want to show up at the in-laws empty-handed. Brewski?
- Earl Sinclair: [chuckling] You read my mind.
- Ray: All right! I bet I can guzzle faster than you.
- Earl Sinclair: You're on!
- Ray: Okay, here we go!
- [both gulping rapidly]
- Fran Sinclair: Pretty dreamy, huh, Mom?
- Ray: I'm Champion.
- Earl Sinclair: Wow! Doesn't that hurt?
- Ray: Can ain't got no feelin'. Right, Earl?
- Fran Sinclair: What a clever insight, but I believe, now, my husband Earl has some questions he'd like to ask you.
- Charlene Sinclair: Yes! Yes, yes, yes!
- Earl Sinclair: Questions? Oh, yeah, right. Um...
- Ray: Uh-huh.
- Earl Sinclair: Could you teach me that thing with the beer can?
- [Charlene groans]
- Fran Sinclair: Earl!
- Ray: That ain't no big thing.
- Earl Sinclair: Hmm?
- Fran Sinclair: Here, Ray. Why don't you sit down?
- Ray: Oh, okay.
- Charlene Sinclair: [whispers] No, Mom!
- Earl Sinclair: So, Ray. Charlene tells me you're a custodian.
- Ray: Yeah, but I'm doing it for the money, which ain't all that good. But I can swipe all the disinfectant I want.
- [Ray chuckles]
- Ray: Well, anyhoo, I'm taking night school so I can make something of myself.
- Fran Sinclair: Oh, really? Night school.
- Charlene Sinclair: Please.
- Ray: Yep, Some say it's a dream, but someday...... I'm gonna be a tree pusher.
- [both gasp]
- Charlene Sinclair: You wanna be a tree pusher?
- Ray: Yeah. Reach for the stars. That's what Daddy said. Never said nothin' else. That's when we had to keep him in that little room under the stairs.
- [Ray chuckles]