We'll see who can't drive their grandson at night without glasses or a license using a mop to press the pedals. Let's go!

Good God you've got a fat neck, Hank!

The only Charity I care about dances for money in a g-string.

That's enough, Hank's wife. If you got more feelings to express get in the kitchen and put 'em in a bunt cake.

Them's the keys to my Cadillac car. The wife's not allowed in it unless she's in a bag in the trunk.