Tony: Goodnight. Sleep tight. Don’t let the bedbugs bite.  Peter: … Peter: Tonight, Imma fight, till we see the sunlight.  Tony: ...no.  Morgan: Tik tok, on the clock, but the party don’t stop, no.  Peter and Morgan: Oh oh oh oh! Oh oh oh oh!  Tony: Hold on, Morgan, how do you even know that song??

Peter: The most suspicious thing you can do is drive the actual speed limit. Harley: *nods in agreement* If you go too slow, people know you’re lost.  If you go too fast, you’re normal. Morgan: If you’re not gonna zoom-zoom, get out of the zoom-zoom lane! Tony: You are all banned from driving.

Tony: *talking about Peter, Harley, and Morgan* In the three weeks they have all been together, I have grown SEVEN gray hairs and have had FOUR heart attacks. 

Morgan: Hey Dad, there are a few things we were hoping you could help us with. Peter: Yeah. Like where does the water go in the iron? Harley: And what’s the iron for? Peter: And what gets out Kool-Aid stains? Harley: We already know that the opposite color Kool-Aid doesn’t work. Morgan: Also, Peter scraped me while we were fork-jousting last week and I don’t think it’s healing right. Tony: Oh my god, Morgan, honey, that’s infected.  Morgan: Infected! That’s the word I was looking for!