Christie - Wife #6:
If you're a bad boy, I'm gonna spank you! [she spanks Tom]
Tom:
Ow! Ok, I've got something to say to you. [Hannah kicks him]
Tom:
Ow!
Christie - Wife #6:
Tom, I just want you to know that if you need anything, money, advice, help with girl problems, you can always come to me. I'd like you to think of me as a real mother.
Tom:
Alright, sure [Tom's dad comes over]
Christie - Wife #6:
Oh, here he is!
Thomas Bailey Sr.:
She's just as drunk as the night we met. [Tom starts to take a drink from his whiskey but Christie snatches it away and drinks it herself]
Tom:
Oh got right on ahead.
Thomas Bailey Sr.:
[Slaps Tom] You're a bad influence on her!
Tom:
Wha-? Me? [Thomas Sr. and Christie walk off]
Hannah:
He knows that he can just date right?
Tom:
No, I don't think so. [They laugh]
Plainview:
[Daniel has covered his face with a napkin] So Standard offered us a million dollars for the Little Boston leases, and I told H. M. Tilford where he could shove that, and we made a deal with Union! On the pipeline! And that whole ocean of oil underneath our fields!
H.M. Tilford:
[to his tablemates] ... 150,000 dollars...
Man:
We needed the money to drill.
Man:
I go out to meet him. He's getting oil on the property. We're trying to make a claim on it. Offered him a million dollars. Turned us down flat.
Plainview:
[growing frustrated] All right. [stands up, walks over and leans in to Tilford's face]
Plainview:
I want you to look over there. [points towards H.W]
H.M. Tilford:
Daniel, let me introduce you...
Plainview:
Look over there, you see. That's my son. You see him? You SEE?
H.M. Tilford:
I see him.
Plainview:
You don't tell me how to raise my family. I told you not to tell me how to raise my family. So, what do you see?
H.M. Tilford:
I'm very happy for you that...
Plainview:
Yes, I've made a deal with Union and my son is happy and safe.
H.M. Tilford:
Congratulations. Excellent...
Plainview:
I'm taking care of him now, so... You look like a fool, don't you Tilford?
H.M. Tilford:
[long pause] Yes.
Plainview:
Y-y-y-yes, you do.
H.M. Tilford:
[embarrassed] Excuse me gentlemen...
Plainview:
Oh, excuse me gentlemen. Excuse him, gentlemen. [to Tilford]
Plainview:
I told you what I was gonna do. [drinks Tilford's whiskey]
[Foster and Mac have pulled a man over for speeding and are deciding what game to play]
Mac:
All right, how about "Cat Game?"
Foster:
Cat Game? What's the record?
Mac:
Thorny did six, but I think you can do ten.
Foster:
Ten? Starting right 'meow?' [Mac laughs - they walk up to the car, and Foster taps on the driver side]
Larry Johnson:
Sorry about the...
Foster:
All right meow. (1) Hand over your license and registration. [the man hands him his license]
Foster:
Your registration? Hurry up meow. (2) [Mac ticks off two fingers]
Larry Johnson:
Sorry. [the man laughs a little]
Foster:
Is there something funny here boy?
Larry Johnson:
Oh, no.
Foster:
Then why you laughing, Mister... Larry Johnson? [pause]
Foster:
All right meow, (3) where were we?
Larry Johnson:
Excuse me, are you saying meow?
Foster:
Am I saying meow? [Mac puts his hands up for the fourth one, but makes an "eehhh" facial expression, as he is considering the last one]
Larry Johnson:
I thought...
Foster:
Don't think boy. Meow, (4) do you know how fast you were going? [man laughs]
Foster:
Meow. (5) What is so damn funny?
Larry Johnson:
I could have sworn you said meow.
Foster:
Do I look like a cat to you, boy? Am I jumpin' around all nimbly bimbly from tree to tree? [Mac is gut-busting laughing]
Foster:
Am I drinking milk from a saucer? [feigned anger]
Foster:
Do you see me eating mice?
Foster:
[Mac and the man are laughing their heads off now] You stop laughing right meow! (6)
Larry Johnson:
[the man stops and swallows hard] Yes sir.
Foster:
Meow, (7) I'm gonna have to give you a ticket on this one. No buts meow. (8) It's the law. [rips off the ticket and hands it to the man]
Foster:
Not so funny meow, (9) is it?
Foster:
[Foster gets up to leave, but Mac shakes his hands at him, indicating only nine meows] Meow! (10)
Father:
There was this English butler out in India. One day, he goes in the dining room and what does he see under the table ? A tiger. Not turning a hair, he goes straight to the drawing room. "Hum, hum. Excuse me, my lord," and whispering, so as not to upset the ladies : "I'm very sorry my lord. There appears to be a tiger in the dining room. Perhaps his Lordship will permit use of the twelve bores ?" They go on drinking their tea. And then, there's three gunshots. Well, they don't think nothing of it, this being out in India where they're used to anything. When the butler is back to refresh the teapots, he says, cool as a cucumber : "Dinner will be served at the usual time, my lord. And I am pleased to say there will be no discernible traces left of the recent occurence by that time." There will be no discernible traces of the recent occurrence by that time !