Wendy Potter:
Ratburgers!
Wendy Potter:
Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold, pease porridge in the pot nine days old.
Peter Dickinson:
[
about Wendy] Is she rabid?
Anne Potter:
She excitable... she's... Kids!
Peter Dickinson:
You have the distinction of owning the only two children in the entire building.
Harry Potter Sr.:
Oh, we don't own 'em, we just rent!
Peter Dickinson:
Well, let me give it to you straight Harry Boy! You see, I am a single, unattached guy. And I live upstairs, right above you. Now, I'm into swinging, and children having pillow fights at all hours of the night while I'm trying to score, may cause a few strikeouts, you get me Harry Boy!
Harry Potter Sr.:
Yes, sir.
Peter Dickinson:
Good!
[
Enters an apartment]
Harry Potter Sr.:
Mr. Dickenson, wrong apartment.
Peter Dickinson:
[
Exits sacastic] Shit!
Harry Potter Sr.:
What's going on out there?
Anne Potter:
[
Referring to Wendy] She tried to bite me!
Harry Potter Sr.:
Honey? Did you do a lot of drugs before we were married?
Torok the Troll:
[
after turning Malcolm into troll] Welcome, Brother Elf
Wendy Potter:
I know what death looks like. It looks like *this*!
Harry Potter Jr.:
[
looking for Wendy in the basement] Have you been playing with dead cats?
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