I Stank Horse

Will:You running away from home, you gonna need some food. You know, bums, they don't like to share.

Will:Try to stop you? No, man, with you gone that's more food for me, you know. Plus, I get to keep your turtle and that banging little bike you got.

Nicky:I'm 5, you dork.

Will:What, you some kind of freak, boy?

Will:You got yourself a secret life going, don't you, G?

Carlton:Not post position five!

Will:You sure his tail wasn't up in the air at the time?

Ashley:How cute, Daddy. I'd have to live there, of course.

Philip:Of course you would, muffin. Of course, it's always been my dream to send my underage daughter off to New York unsupervised. Isn't that every parent's dream?

Will:What, that be like a six-lane highway?

Hilary:I bet on every horse.

Will:He's never been the tallest person in a room before.

Frank:No, acting, but I sucked. My old acting partner is head of the school now. Guess he couldn't even direct, huh?

Frank:Oh, you're smart. You should produce.

Frank · Ashley:I'll be there at 7. I'll be there at noon. Feel free to have a bagel while you wait.

Carlton:Some short stack told me to get out of the paddock area. God, that feels great to say.

Will:He ain't even leave the gate yet, man.

Announcer:Wednesday Bingo is taking a nap.

Will:Ashley, the man is in show business, he wouldn't lie.

Will:It's only a day away

Carlton:You bastard!

Will:Oh, my God. You been sipping that gin and juice.

Will:Will attempts the commercial: 'And when they do, don't sweat, y'all. Drink Jet.'

Geoffrey:Well, then, be a woman on the go. Leave so I can vacuum.

Will:You mean, you just say it and they do it? Okay, girls... get naked.

Will:Uh... Simon says, get naked.

Will:And I ain't talking about the soda.

Hilary · Carlton:He'll blame Will like he always does. Oh, okay.

Will:Yeah, even though they're not showing that much of her face.

Philip:That's only because I have trouble sleeping and the sound of the waves gently caressing the shore helps relax me.

Will:Nice cover. Nice cov...

Will:There, I said it, your dominance.

Will:Woof, woof, woof. You are the king of the jungle, Mufasa.

Philip:Hi, sweetie, you look awfully pretty.

Will:You ain't nothing but Simba.

Ashley:You got into him. You're the rat that dimed me out.

Ashley:You don't like rat. How about snake? Weasel? Doody-head?

Will:Don't be calling me no doody-head.

Nicky:I'm 5, you dork.

Will:Well, Uncle Phil, man. How long you been standing there? You know, you're a light stepper for a big fella.

Philip:The king of the jungle?

Will:Big man, short fuse. Bad combination.

Philip:Shut up, Will.

Rival Model:Yep. You better make it home before Saved by the Bell starts.

Philip:So maybe you and your little horsehair weave should just mosey on... before I get really upset.

Rival Model:Better some horsehair than some no hair.

Philip:And, by the way, your mother.

Ashley:Mama. It's 'mama,' Ashley. Mama. It's 'your mama.'

Will:Hey, except for that cat girl. She had a beard.

Vivian:I moved out of the horse when I was 17.

Will:Want me to get you some Pepto-Bismol, Uncle Phil?

Will:You can relate to that, Uncle Phil.

Hilary · Carlton · Will:He did it. He did it. What? Hey.