Archie Bunker: He is making suppository remarks about our country and on top of that he is calling me prejudiced, prejudiced. While I am singing "God Bless America," written by a well-known respected guy named Milton Berlin.
Gloria: Daddy, I'm not your little girl anymore!
Archie: Don't you never tell me that.
Archie: (opens door) There is a beard out there with nobody under it. (slams door in Mike's face)
Archie: You are a meathead.
Mike: What did you call me?.
Archie: Meathead. Dead from the neck up. Meat-head.
(Regarding their marriage)
Archie: This is like celebrating 365 days of a toothache.
Archie: I don't care if its Chinks, I want some forks.
Archie: I am not going to eat with these Chink pick up sticks.
Archie: I never called those countries Chinks.
Edith: He calls those Gooks.
Archie: Look Edith, he wore his Halloween costume?
Archie: You know what makes those Mexicans good fighers? They have like eight in the family and they fight over those refried beans.