What are you talking about?
Yours, Mine and Ours quotes
Mom gets married, we get drafted.
Need more chocolate.
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! Move it! Move it! Move it! Move it!
Move it! Move it! Move it!
That means you too, Ethan. Head ashore, Sailor.
Aye-aye sir! Head ashore!
William, what have you got there?
Academy applications, S.A.T. forms, Capital Hill summer internship forms, and the number of the girl two houses down.
Outsanding!
One, two.
Now, put your hands up in the air and wave them like you just don't care. And if you think that Kelly is the best, let me hear you say "Oh, yeah!" "Oh, yeah!" Go, Kelly! Go, Kelly! The other team is...
Smelly!
They're quaking like they're...
Jelly!
We've got sisters from...
New Delhii!
Jimi, Michael, Harry, Bina, Marisa, Dylan, Christina, Pheobe, Naoko, Joni: Go, Kelly! Go, Kelly! The other team is smelly! They's quaking like they're jelly! We got sisters from New Delhi!
Go, Kelly!
Get the camera away from me.
But I'm capturing the vèritè of life at sea.
How about capturing my fist in your face? [Naoko pushes Harry] Hey.
Mo-om!
What?
He's painting our roses again!
You can't call it art unless you have talent. That's just tagging.
Nice towel, Christina.
Yeah, cute boxers, William.
You guys are so dead.
A least we'll be clean.
Can I get the two of you guys closer together?
Naoko, What are you doing?
Webcasting. [Kids laughing, Christina angrily screams inside the house.]
Say cheese.
Come on, guys. [gets kids inside the House.]
It's time for us to call a truce. None of us likes this situation. But if we want out, we need to unite against the greater enemy. That enemy's name is Mom and Dad.
Hey! What's that badge for? It's pretty cool.
Animal skinning. [polishes his knife]
Mom! [Jimi and Michael make faces at each other]
Done!
You have an illness. [Dylan spray paints the walls]
Whoa, what are you doing?
It's called decorating.
No, that's called vandalism. Whatever.
No way. [Mick walks in with Fiona, and a cellphone ringing is heard]
Hey, where's my cellphone?
She's just a pig!
Not the pig. You!
Uh-oh. [Christina angrily chases Mick] Mom, the cheerleader's after me!