Randall ("R"):
I'm old, I'm George Burns.
Jennifer ("J"):
Who's George Burns?
Randall ("R"):
I'm Uncle Fester, I'm Andy of Mayberry, I'm Mr. Roper, I'm Grandpa Munster.
Jennifer ("J"):
Okay, okay, I get it.
Randall ("R"):
I'm forty-nine years old.
Jennifer ("J"):
I'm seventeen. Nice to meet you.
Jennifer ("J"):
I'd like to propose a toast to all the special 'f' words - to friends, family, fate, forgiveness, and forever.
Randall ("R"):
You're the good stuff.
Jennifer ("J"):
So much stuff, so little time to snoop.
Jennifer ("J"):
I'm so sorry.
Randy Harris, Jr.:
Thanks a lot, Twilight Zone.
Randy Harris, Jr.:
Wanna come up for lunch?
Jennifer ("J"):
[Immitating Randy] I'll eat but I'm not talking.
Jennifer ("J"):
[about "R"] And we didn't do it, okay! He's just the greatest person I met in my entire life!
Randy Harris, Jr.:
Turkey and swiss okay?
Randall ("R"):
Listen to me very carefully. I am not getting a fucking tattoo.
Jennifer ("J"):
Oooh, you said the really bad word.
Randall ("R"):
Yeah, I did. I am in fact the boy who cried fuck.
Randy Harris, Jr.:
Shut up, Sybil. Shut up.
Jennifer ("J"):
Sybil?
Randy Harris, Jr.:
Yeah, you know Sybil? The woman with eight home phone numbers? It's not necessarily a bad thing. A plethora of personalities can be very enchanting.
Jennifer ("J"):
Fuck you.
Randy Harris, Jr.:
Fuck you.
Jennifer ("J"):
Fuck *you*!
Randy Harris, Jr.:
Fuck you. All eight of you.
Randall ("R"):
[on his deathbead] I want you to go to college. It's really important, okay?
Randy Harris, Jr.:
Did you?
Randall ("R"):
Yes.
Randy Harris, Jr.:
What did you learn?
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Give me a second, I'll think of it.