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|From the mouth of Bob|
On the value of education:
Harry: I dropped out of High School, remember?
Bob: And you wonder why your life is an unending series of insurmountable intellectual, financial, and emotional hurdles.
Where there are children, there is snot.
Bob actually cares. Really. Seriously. Bob does care.
Harry: I won't take money off a kid.
Bob: I know, I know. I also know that if there is any truth to his claim, and he were to be harmed you would never forgive yourself.
And I'd have to endure months of self-flagellation, so don't take his money, but do take him at his word.
Bob's view on cooking:
Harry ~ Can you check the garlic bread?
Bob: Why? I'm not eating.
Bob's view on cooking: Part II
Bob: Life is pain. So's dinner. You've burnt your garlic bread.
Bob on girls:
Bob: (After Harry explains that he got beaten up by a ghost). Maybe she wanted company. You know, I'm not doing anything. Maybe I could find her frequency. Chat her up.
Harry: Her father would love that.
Bob: It could be our secret.
More Bob on girls:
Bob: Was she built?
Harry: Will you stop!
Bob: It's just a simple question. (beat) Oh, just to able to touch a woman again.
Harry: Like you had a chance?
Bob: And you do? Have you taken a look at yourself lately? Not exactly the picture of elegance.
Bob on love:
It's a fallacy. There's no such thing as love. It's just a biochemical reaction that ends with hiring a detective to settle scores. Come on, Harry, you know there's no such thing as love.
Bob on Harry's crusades for justice:
Bob:(Sighing) I detect another looming quixotic campaign on the horizon.
Bob: That Egyptian mumbo jumbo is not my forte.
Bob's not afraid to tell Harry exactly how he feels.
Harry: How do you know what I'm thinking? Are you inside my head?
Bob: I would take a peek except for that fact that it's pretty clear that narcissism and bad judgment are blocking the door...
Or that Harry doesn't appreciate him.
Harry: You love this, aren't you?
Harry: Me saying you were right.
Bob: Oooooh very much, and one can never hear it enough.
Harry: I'm such an idiot.
Bob: No argument here.
Harry: She used me!
Bob: That Bitch!
Bob also doesn't hold back any punches when he tells Harry that he's not being very considerate of Bob's needs. (Yes, a ghost in a skull has needs.)
Bob: (of sheltering Bianca) Have you even considered the consequences here?
Harry: Uh, haven't got around to that yet.
Bob: Well let me enlighten you: If they catch you with her, she's dead, you're dead, and I'm... homeless.
Bianca: How do you live with him?
Harry: Sometimes I wonder.
Bob: Oh, it's no walk in the park for me either, darling... Ever! Most days, I just walk from here to there and back again.
Harry: Bob! Please!
Bob: God, I am doomed.
Harry: Yeah you're doomed! You live in a skull. Now shut up and get in it!
Bob: All right. (whispers) But at least take some precaution. You can't trust her.
Bianca: Bob? I can hear you.
Harry: Oh, I want you to hear me. I'll be in the lab if you need me.