Dinosaurs (TV Series)
Switched at Birth (1991)
Jason Willinger: Robbie Sinclair
Quotes
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Robbie Sinclair : Stop it! You're adults. Can't you settle this like adults?
Earl Sinclair : With what, weapons?
Gus Molehill : Costly litigation?
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Absolute Proof Laboratories Scientist : The green baby goes to the Sinclairs, and the pink baby belongs to the Molehills. Science has spoken. Now, take your babies, go home, and live the rest of your lives.
Earl : [in the house] All right, son. I'll toss you the ball and you'll hit it.
Aubrey Molehill : As you wish, Father.
Earl : Batter up.
[throws the ball at Aubrey Molehill]
Earl : Oh! Oh!
Aubrey Molehill : Oh! Heavens, missed that one. Oh! Another of my nose bleeds.
Earl : Oh! Bad throw. Sorry. Oh! Oh, oh!
Aubrey Molehill : Oh, if you could get me a tissue.
Earl : Oh, Robbie, get your brother a tissue.
Robbie Sinclair : Aw, jeez, is he bleeding again?
Aubrey Molehill : I have a weak nasal membrane.
Earl : He's got a membrane. Get him a tissue!
Robbie Sinclair : That's all I do is bring tissues and Q-tips and cotton balls.
Aubrey Molehill : Could I trouble you for tweezers? I believe I've gotten a splinter from this rough-hewn bat.
Robbie Sinclair : Shh. Don't talk. You'll pull a muscle.
Earl : Hmm?
Aubrey Molehill : Hmm?
Earl : Uh, tell you what. Let's play something a little less physical.
Aubrey Molehill : All right.
Earl : How about a game of peek-a-boo?
Aubrey Molehill : Okay.
Earl : All right. Now, you cover your eyes.
Aubrey Molehill : Mm-hmm.
[covers his eyes]
Earl : Now I'll cover mine.
[covers his eyes too]
Earl : Now, where's Daddy? Where did he go?
[laughs]
Aubrey Molehill : Father! Father! Where have you gone?
Earl : Huh? Huh?
Aubrey Molehill : Oh, oh! Don't abandon me!
[gasps]
Aubrey Molehill : I'm having an asthma attack!
Earl : It's all right. I'm here. Daddy's here!
Aubrey Molehill : Where's my inhaler?
Earl : Inhaler? Inhaler? Oh. Ah! Here it is. Here it is.
[inhaler puffs]
Aubrey Molehill : Ah! What a cruel, cruel game. I felt so alone. Promise me you'll never play that again, Father.
Earl : I promise, I promise, just don't bleed.
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Fran : The great judge.
Robbie Sinclair : Yeah. He could settle this once and for all.
Gus Molehill : He's the wisest dinosaur of them all.
Aubrey Molehill : Capital idea.
Baby Sinclair : Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
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Fran Sinclair : It's too loud!
[turns off the TV]
Fran Sinclair : And I don't like the values they portray.
Robbie Sinclair : Mom, you're overreacting.
Baby Sinclair : Beer! Cigarettes! Chicks!
Robbie Sinclair : He could've heard that anywhere.
Earl Sinclair : [arrives] Where is he? Where is he? Ah, there's the birthday boy! Tomorrow's the big day! Yay.
Baby Sinclair : [chuckles] Yay! Presents! Presents!
Earl Sinclair : Hey! You betcha! Presents, hats, streamers, the works for your first birthday. Even a pony!
Baby Sinclair : Pony?
Earl Sinclair : That's right! A big, juicy one, grilled to perfection.
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Fran Sinclair : Earl, he's our baby. A mother knows.
Robbie Sinclair : I don't know. That nest is pretty suspicious.
Charlene : He doesn't really look like us.
Robbie Sinclair : Yeah, he's pink. None of us is pink. Isn't that kind of weird?
Charlene : Very.
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Fran Sinclair : [arrives] Hi, I'm back from the market. I got nearly everything on Aubrey's list except the low-sodium goat cheese and the sugar-free tofu teething cookies.
[Earl sighs]
Aubrey Molehill : Perhaps you could pop out after supper and check other stores. By the way, did you manage to change the linens in my crib? They were left in quite a state by your previous child.
Fran Sinclair : My previous child?
[cries]
Fran Sinclair : Oh. Oh, no.
Earl Sinclair : Oh. Come on, Franny. Our real son is celebrating his first birthday.
Fran Sinclair : My baby is one year old, and I'm not there?
[wails]
Fran Sinclair : I just want to crawl into the woods and die!
Earl Sinclair : Cake time! Charlene, your mother wants some cake. Fran, hey! No wonder you're feeling down. You don't have a party hat.
Fran Sinclair : Oh, my baby has been taken from me!
[cries]
Earl Sinclair : Oh, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake! That's it, come on. Quick.
Charlene : Here you go, Mom.
[Earl chuckles nervously]
Fran Sinclair : I want the knife. Give me the knife!
Charlene : What?
Earl Sinclair : No cake. No cake. No cake.
Charlene : Hey, hey. Hey! What's the matter with Mom?
Earl Sinclair : Well, she's overwhelmed with happiness.
[Fran cries and Earl sighs and smacks his teeth]
Robbie Sinclair : Well, I got the tissues.
Earl Sinclair : Give... .
Robbie Sinclair : Huh?
Earl Sinclair : No. Come on, sweetie. Now, cheer up. We're celebrating a new addition to our family.
[Fran blows her nose]
Earl Sinclair : Everyone else is happy.
Robbie Sinclair : I'm not.
Charlene : Me, either. The kid's a real zero. Oh, no offense.
Aubrey Molehill : None taken. Fortunately, I'm very well-adjusted.