Happy Days

Richie: We played chess. Fonzie: You played with her chest?

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Howard: What's a Fonzie? Richie: Arthur Fonzarelli. He dropped out of school.

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Richie: All we had was some beer - in teeny-weeny glasses. Howard: How many teeny-weeny glasses did you have? Richie: Seventy-two. Howard: I think it's time for some teeny-weeny cups of coffee.

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[speaking to kids rounded up at an illegal drag race and Howard, who tried to stop it] Ah, it's the children's hour. Now, this isn't a nice way to spend the evening, is it? We could all be home, in our nice little beds, but you had to go out and have a nasty, old drag race. Now, in case you haven't heard lately, drag racing is a no-no in this state. [speaking directly to Howard] Ah. You don't make me very happy, kids. [taps Howard on shoulder] You're a little old for this kinda thing, aren't you, sonny?

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Sergeant: Aw, Fonzie. I'm ashamed of you. I never expected to see you in here for draggin' - especially against Skizzy. Now, don't tell me you lost your cool. Fonzie: Hey, he insulted a friend. I just thought it was my duty to drive, you know? Sergeant: Well, I guess chivalry ain't what it used to be.

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Richie: You make school sound like good fun. Fonzie: Well, school's got good points. I mean, smoking in the bathroom, cutting classes, showing my tattoo to the chicks.

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