Dr. Robert Doback: [about Dale] He left college his junior year because he said he wanted to join the family business.
Nancy Huff: But... you're a medical doctor.
Dr. Robert Doback: Believe me, I've told him that.
Pam Gringe: Well, Brennan, you certainly have had a lot of jobs.
Brennan Huff: I'm a bit of a spark plug and, uh, Human Resources Lady, when I think...
Pam Gringe: Oh, you know, it's actually, it's Pam.
Brennan Huff: I'm sorry. Well, Pan...
Pam Gringe: No, my name is Pam.
Brennan Huff: Are you saying "Pan" or "Pam"?
Pam Gringe: I'm saying Pam. I'm sorry, who is this gentleman sitting behind you?
Dale Doback: Hello, Miss Lady. I'm Dale. I'm Brennan's stepbrother, and I think I might be able to help with the Pan-Pam dilemma.
Brennan Huff: Yeah, that'd be great.
Pam
Gringe: [slowly] Pam. Pam, with an M.
Brennan Huff: Pand. There's a D on the end?
Pam Gringe: There's no D. It's Pam.
Dale Doback: It's like "calm" except P-A-N-M.
Brennan Huff: P-A-M... There's two Ms. That was the confusion.
Nancy Huff: [speaking at her wedding] Well, as you all know, my youngest son, Derek, couldn't be here because of an important fishing trip. But my other son, Brennan, was going to be moving into his own place, but he was recently let go from his job at PetSmart, so he is gonna be living with us.
Brennan Huff: [raises up out of his chair] I wasn't *fired*
from my job, I was laid off, but you wouldn't know the difference!
[he raises his plate]
Brennan Huff: I DIDN'T WANT SALMON! I SAID IT FOUR TIMES!
[Brennan throws his plate and walks out of the room]
Brennan Huff: This wedding is *HORSESHIT!*
Dale Doback: Hey Brenden
Brennan Huff: Good to see ya Dale.
Dale Doback: Thanks for hiring our catering company.
Brennan Huff: Easy decision. You guys have an outstanding track record.
Dale Doback: [looks around and sighs] This is like old times huh?
Brennan
Huff: Ah, it really is!
Brennan Huff: You still have your night vision goggles?
Dale Doback: No, no. No, I had to sell those to pay for car insurance... How about you? You still kickin' boards or breakin' holes in pumpkins or anything?
Brennan Huff: No... but I did start taking baby aspirin. To reduce my risk for
heart attack.
Dale Doback: That makes sense. You gotta keep an eye on it.
Brennan Huff: You really do.
Dale Doback: Gotta knock off the sweets!
[laughs]
Brennan Huff: Thank you!
[laughs as well]
Brennan Huff: That's a tr- that's a truly funny observation!
Dale Doback: [finishes laughing] Yeah.
Brennan Huff: I'm so scared right now. I'm just gonna to do what's sensible, I'm gonna file for unemployment. Then I'm gonna try to get a job at Enterprise Rent-A-Car, because they got an excellent corporate structure and they... *they* give *you* the tools to be your own boss.
Derek: [sarcastically] Not bad!
Brennan Huff: [as Derek leaves] Eat shit, Derek!
Nancy Huff: [During Christmas Dinner. Tiffany is 12] What about you Tiffany, what did you get for Christmas?
Tiffany: I got this Mikimoto pearl necklace, but next year I'm gonna ask Santa for breast implants because I'm impatient with my body.
Derek: I am the VP of the biggest executive helicopter leasing company on the western seaboard. I haven't had a carb since 2004. Check these out.
[Points to ab muscles]
Derek: See these? See these boys? This is what I live with, every day. I lather this up with Kiehls in the shower. You want to touch this shit?
Dale Doback:
No.
Derek: You want to touch these bad boys? Sorry, not gonna happen.
Brennan Huff: [screaming into Dale's drumset] Fuck you, Dale! Fuck you!