Mike Ditka: Way to go, Bing Bong.
Mike Ditka: Coffee is the lifeblood that fuels the dreams of champions.
Phil Weston: I am angry. I'm like a large tornado of anger, swirling about.
Phil Weston: Are you a robot-woman? Are you a robot?
Barbara Weston: I am not a robot.
Buck Weston: I take a vitamin everyday. It's called a steak.
Phil Weston: You're my assistant. You're supposed to back me up and go get me juiceboxes whenever I want. Now go get me a juicebox.
Mike Ditka: DO you know WHO you'RE talking to?
Phil Weston: I'm talkin' to the juicebox guy.
Mike Ditka: You're crazy.
Phil Weston: I'm not crazy, I'm just thirsty.
Mike Ditka: OH, you GO to hell.
Phil Weston: No, you go to hell, and while you're there, why don't you grab me a juicebox.
Phil Weston: Pizza at my house.
Byong Sun: Whoo! It's electric in the air! Yeah.
Mike Ditka: New game plan - pass the ball to the EYEtalians.
Phil Weston: Every time you say something back to me, it makes me love you more.
Buck Weston: Heh.
Phil Weston: They're like 4-foot whirling dervishes. I don't even know what a whirling dervish is but that's what they're like.
Mike Ditka: Did you just kick your son?
Phil Weston: Yeah.
Neighbor: Shut UP OUT there.
Phil Weston: You shut UP in there.
Phil Weston: OK, you caught me. The finches were a bad idea. And I wasn't gonna say anything, but I think some of them may have salmonella. A fair amount, in fact. I may have inadvertently poisoned your children.
Buck Weston: You know how hard it's been for me ever since your mom died.
Phil Weston: She didn't die! She divorced you.
Buck Weston: Ehh... tomatoes, tomahtoes.
Phil Weston: I was born a baby, a blank slate. I thought I was in control of my own destiny, and then I met my dad.
Phil Weston: This is Gian Piero and Massimo. They're apprentice butchers.
Mark Avery: Could the blacksmiths and candlestick makers not make it?
Mike Ditka: Shut up.
Ann Hogan: You ease up on him.
Phil Weston: You just ease up there on your corduroy jacket.
Sam Weston: You gotta lighten up.
Phil Weston: He started it.
Mike Ditka: Every good thing starts with a Brat.
Answer: An actual dervish (not derbish) is a member of any of various Muslim ascetic orders, some of which perform whirling dances and vigorous chanting as acts of ecstatic devotion (hence the term "whirling dervish"), though in general 'a whirling dervish' is used for anyone who moves with an unfocused, almost frenzied energy.
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