Slim: What are you, some kind of Astronaut?
Jimmy: No, I'm some kind of bubble boy.
Slim: Don't live in regret, ese.
Mrs. Livingston: And then Pinocchio came out of his plastic bubble and touched the filthy little whore next door and died. The End.
Lorraine: Back off, bitch, he's the messiah.
Jimmy: Supper time was the best! Nothing could beat Mom's homemade, vitamin-rich, soy-based, germ-free, fat-free fiber cookies.
Mrs. Livingston: Well, you'll certainly be in my prayers tonight. And I'll be praying you get nut cancer.
Jimmy: I'd rather spend one minute holding you than the rest of my life knowing that I never could.
Mrs. Livingston: ...and the prince climbed up Rapunzel's hair to the top of the tower and said, "Come with me, and we'll live happily ever after." Then Rapunzel left her plastic bubble and died. The end.
Mr. Livingston: Kind of makes you wonder... What would have happened if Neil Armstrong had gone all the way to the moon and then never stepped on the surface?
Chloe: I should go. How about tomorrow?
Jimmy: Oh jeez, I don't know. I don't know bitch, I got a lot to do.