Sugar Daddy: Hey, do you want to go to lunch today?
Madhousewife: Sure. But right now I have to see if Mister Bubby has a clean shirt that doesn’t say, “Get porked at Billy’s.”
Mad: Here’s your lunch, MB.
Mister Bubby (turning so the lunch can be put in his backpack): Mom, I’m not one of those kids who goes, “I’m going to school, tra la la la la!” I’m one of those kids who carries everything in their backpack.
MB: I don’t go around swinging my lunchbox and singing that song like an idiot. Or a fraud.
Mad: A fraud?
MB: Yeah. Those fakers.
Elvis: Do I have the days?
Mad: Huh? The days?
Elvis: On my underwear.
Mad: Oh. Uh…
Elvis: I don’t have the days.
Elvis: I never had days in a long time.
Elvis: Girls have days.
Elvis (sadly): I can’t have the days.
Mad: No. I’m sorry.
Princess Zurg: The first Arthur book was about Arthur learning to accept his nose. But then society wouldn’t accept his nose, and so he got a nose job.
Mad: Yeah, what’s that about?
PZ: And look at him now!
Mad: It’s Michael Jackson-esque.
Mister Bubby: Mom, that was a Gran Turismo turn.
Mad: Was it?
MB: Yes. It was a turn worthy of Gran Turismo.
Mad: Oh. Thanks.
MB: You have to slow down sometimes, Mom.