Luanne: Can I go back to bed, Aunt Peggy? I got to get eight hours of beauty sleep and then write a paper on it.
Peggy: Hank, I have been waiting for this moment ever since I reached ages eight and up.
Minh: Thank you for Boggle lesson, Peggy Hill. Maybe next weekend I teach you mah-jongg. Bring your checkbook!
Luanne: Boy Aunt Peggy, the words I don't know could fill a dictionary.
Hank tries to cheer up Peggy by giving him advice his football coach gave him
Hank: Loser! You're a loser! Are you feelin' sorry for yourself? Well, you should be, 'cuz you are dirt! You make me sick, you big baby! Baby wanna bottle? A big DIRT BOTTLE!