Hey, hey, easy kids. Everybody in the car. Boat leaves in two minutes... or perhaps you don't want to see the second largest ball of twine on the face of the earth, which is only four short hours away?
Why aren't we flying? Because getting there is half the fun. You know that.
Ahhh! I'd like to propose a toast, if I may? Here's to...a very restful vacation. Here's to...a very relaxing vacation. A renewed love affair. And...a time of joy with our babies.
As I pulled up to my palatial, imitation apartment building, I noticed the familiar red Oldsmo-Buick of Mr. Arnold T. Pants, Esquire. Attorney for the former Mrs. Irwin M. Fletcher. Time to use the service entrance.
Can I borrow your towel? My car just hit a water buffalo.
I would have been here sooner, but a manure-spreader jackknifed on the Santa Ana. Gawdawful mess. You should see my shoes.
In one physical model of the universe, the shortest distance between two points is a straight line, in the opposite direction.
Danny, this isn't Russia. Is this Russia? This isn't Russia, is it?
I was born to love you.
I was born to lick your face.
I was born to rub you,
But you were born to rub me first.
Hey look kids, there's Big Ben, and there's Parliament.
Take a last look kids, At one of man's most curious creations, built to stand the test of time and the elements, the war, you name it, A thing of glory for a million in future generations to see, and we were here.
Oh the hills are alive with the sound of Griswold/this shit's been around for a very long time.
His name is not Papagiorgio. His name is Rusty Griswold and he's a C+ student!
Hard six coming out.
...and he want's to enter that garden, with a knowlege, and a mulch...
Lip balm?
We don't have no beer, just tequila.
What's tequila?
...It's like beer...
Is it fattening?
...Fat-ten-ing?
Lip balm?
Call me Mr. Lamb Fries!
Cue the deer.
You don't know a damn thing about writing! You're a goddamn schoolteacher, not an editor!






