Earl: Mom, Dad hates me
Mom: Hate's a strong word.
Dad: walks into room Kay, I remembered the combination, 31489, it's the day Earl moved out.
Randy: You're gonna do something for your mom, Catalina?
Catalina: My mother is dead.
Randy: I'm sorry.
Catalina: Oh, it's ok, it was either her or me.
(Joy is on the floor and a pitcher of beer falls on her)
Joy: Damn it! Who threw their drink on me?
Randy: (to Earl)Number 67, ran over crackers. What kind of crackers did you run over? Saltines? Did it make a crunchy sound?