Patti Randall:
Now, just a minute, Gregory, D.C.'s a cat! He can't help his instincts. He's a hunter, just like you are. Only he's not stupid enough to stand out in the pouring rain all day!
Patti Randall:
We have to cooperate.
Ingrid Randall: Of course we do but the FBI has gotten along all these years without using my room as a base of operation. Right? Now, I want Mr. Whoever-He-Is, and his ham radio or whatever-that-is, out of my room by the time I get home, or I'm going to become very difficult.
Ingrid Randall: Of course we do but the FBI has gotten along all these years without using my room as a base of operation. Right? Now, I want Mr. Whoever-He-Is, and his ham radio or whatever-that-is, out of my room by the time I get home, or I'm going to become very difficult.
Dan:
[to Margaret Miller] Well, don't just stand there flappin' your ears, Mom. Make with the cooking.
Landlady:
Hold it! Who do you think you're kidding?
Iggy: What do you mean?
Landlady: You think I don't know what's going on upstairs?
Iggy: You do?
Landlady: I didn't come in from Stupidsville on last night's bus! You've got a woman in that apartment.
Iggy: Wow, hold it! What kind of talk is that?
Landlady: Don't double-talk me! I've got ears, haven't I?
Iggy: It's Dan's mother, you see she came down all un-expected like.
Landlady: I don't care if it's Pocahontas!
Iggy: What do you mean?
Landlady: You think I don't know what's going on upstairs?
Iggy: You do?
Landlady: I didn't come in from Stupidsville on last night's bus! You've got a woman in that apartment.
Iggy: Wow, hold it! What kind of talk is that?
Landlady: Don't double-talk me! I've got ears, haven't I?
Iggy: It's Dan's mother, you see she came down all un-expected like.
Landlady: I don't care if it's Pocahontas!
Ingrid Randall:
Be careful Gregory, be extremely careful about what you say! I haven't had my coffee yet, and I'm in no mood for stupid, irresponsible remarks.
Gregory Benson: Oh.
Gregory Benson: Oh.
Ingrid Randall:
Can you imagine his wife? Mrs. Zeke Kelso... sounds like something that got caught in a clothes dryer.
Ingrid Randall:
Say!
Patti Randall: Shush!
Ingrid Randall: What do you mean shush? This is my room!
Zeke Kelso: Patti! I'm gonna have to ask you to quiet down, and that goes for you too! Why, hello there.
Ingrid Randall: Who are you! How do you get off telling me to be quiet in my own room!
[Zeke Kelso then pulled out his FBI badge, to show to show it to Ingrid Marshall]
Ingrid Randall: What's this thing supposed to be, I don't know anything about that stuff.
Patti Randall: Shush!
Ingrid Randall: What do you mean shush? This is my room!
Zeke Kelso: Patti! I'm gonna have to ask you to quiet down, and that goes for you too! Why, hello there.
Ingrid Randall: Who are you! How do you get off telling me to be quiet in my own room!
[Zeke Kelso then pulled out his FBI badge, to show to show it to Ingrid Marshall]
Ingrid Randall: What's this thing supposed to be, I don't know anything about that stuff.
Ingrid Randall:
You'll do nothing. You'll get Tom Swift, or whoever that is, and his electric scoreboard, or whatever that thing is, out of my room or I'm going to call the police.
