
North: Do I need a lawyer?
Winchell: North, this is America. Everybody needs a lawyer.
North: What are you doing here?
Gabby: Well I finished all my chores, I thought I'd get a little shootin' in.
North: No I mean, have you ever been an Easter Bunny?
Gabby: Easter Bunny?
Pa Tex: Careful, Son, Gabby's killed men for less than that.
North: Oh, sorry.
Gabby: No harm done.
North: How can Labor Day be next week? I just got here.
Sleigh Driver: You walked from your house to the ice flows right? It's a ten week walk, even with the wind at your back.
North: No wonder we stopped for lunch 49 times.
Sleigh Driver: It's that six months of daylight thing. It throws everybody off. I myself only showered 12 times during the '70s.
Pa Tex: Remember before when I told you that everything I own is the biggest and the best? Well you're already the best. Now there's nothing left but to make you the biggest.
Ma Tex: And don't fret about not being able to clean up your plate. Why soon your stomach will stretch and stretch and your capacity for food will grow and grow.
North: You say that like that's a good thing to have happen to your stomach.
Pa Tex: It is.
North: Why?
Ma Tex: Then you'll be like Buck.
North: Who?
Pa Tex: Our first son. The biggest boy this big state's ever seen. Why he could eat more in one day than anyone else could eat in a whole month.
Ma Tex: That's why Buck hated February.
North: Where the hell are my parents?
Winchell: North, did you say the word 'hell'? My, the summer's really broadened you.
North: Winchell, I've got exactly 10 minutes to find my parents and if you don't tell me where they are, I'll show you how the summer's broadened me you little asshole!
North: How does that get me into a good college?
Governor Ho: Well since we don't use the letters B, C, D and F, you're pretty much guaranteed to get straight A's.
Joey Fingers: Remember, kid, if you can't stand the heat, stay out of Miami.
North: What metaphor is that?
Joey Fingers: What metaphor? You ever been down there in August? Your balls stick to your leg like crazy glue.
North: Winchell, you put out a three-page leaflet with a circulation of 90.
Winchell: Might even land me a Pulitzer.