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John Ammer: Well, the interesting thing, Prince Habeeboo, is that the building codes in Manhattan will allow us to- Michael. Michael Newman: Sorry I'm late, sir. Some moron in a red Lamborghini parked in my spot, so- Prince Habeeboo: Prince Habeeboo drive red Lamborghini. Michael: Ehh, red Lamborghini? I meant blue Ferrari. Prince Habeeboo: Is this one of your partners? John Ammer: Actually, Michael is just an associate. But he is one of our brightest young architects. Michael: Thank you. John Ammer: Walk His Majesty through our design concept. Michael: With pleasure. Prince Haboobee... Prince Habeeboo: Habeeboo! Prince Habeeboo. Michael: Habeeboo. I thought I said that. When Mr. Ammer explained to me the type of man you are- a visionary who prides himself on originality- I said to myself, "Let's smash the mould and redefine elegance." So I present to you your restaurant. [unveils a scale model of the planned restaurant interior] Prince Habeeboo: Where is...? Where is bar? Michael: Bar

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Kevin: Mr. Newman. Michael: Kevin O'Doyle. Yeah. Always a pleasure. Kevin: What kind of stereo you got in that blue piece of shit? Michael: You know what? I never checked, Kevin. Kevin: Yeah, well, my father's stereo is a BOSE. Michael: Your father's stereo blows? That's too bad. Kevin: No! I said- That's not what I said! Michael: His father's stereo blows! Whee! [drives off]

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Doctor: Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Newman, you have a baby girl! Gertrude: A girl? No wait, this is a baby boy! Theodore: A boy? I have a son! Gertrude: I can see why you made a mistake doctor, it has such a tiny schmeckel! Morty: She must have some kind of super vision. Neither the doctor nor I could have identified something that small.

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Child #1: Mike, go long! Michael: Touchdown! Gertrude: Michael! Dinner is ready! You can invite your friends if you like. Michael: If you want to come over to my tent to have a barbeque, you are welcome. Child #2: Or, we could go over to my family's camper where we have a TV antenna and can watch Three's Company. [Kids elect to go to the RV, running off screen.] Children: Three's Company! Three's Company!

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Ben: Hey, Dad! Look at Kevin's new Robo-Dog! Michael: [not listening] That's nice. Kevin: "Nice"? This thing's worth more than your car! Michael: [runs over Robo-Dog] Not anymore it ain't!

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Mr. Watsuhita: I don't know about you Americans... ...but to me there is no doubt... ...lchiro is the greatest of all time. Yeah, he's incredible. Michael: You gotta admit, you can always count on Matsui. Japanese investor: Oh, Matsui. Japanese investor: Well, if you guys love Ichiro and Matsui so much, let's order them both. I'll eat anything. Mr. Watsuhita: Excuse us for a moment. Michael: Absolutely, Mr. Watsuhita. See you guys in a bit. Ichiro and Matsui are baseball players. You just insulted their national heroes. Michael: Wowie! That's a looker. Blondie, big lips. Chesty. Is that your girl? Ben: No, that's your daughter Samantha. Michael: Of course it is. And you better always take care of her... ...and make sure nobody touches her except you.

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