Baby Sinclair: [watching TV with Earl] Ha ha ha ha ha! Puppets! Ha ha ha ha!
Purple female puppet: To which Lord Bellington replied "Madam, that is not my wife, that is the arch-bishop."
Green male puppet: Toh! That would explain his reluctance to dance with me! Yes, yes...
Purple female puppet: That, and his dreadful taste in hats! [both laugh]
Earl Sinclair: [laughs] Hey, hey, Frannie - you gotta see this puppet show. It's terrific!
Baby Sinclair: Uh-huh!
Fran Sinclair: Earl, that's for kids.
Earl Sinclair: Yeah, you'd think that because they're puppets - so the show seems to have a children's asthetic. [turns to camera] Yet the dialouge is unquestionably sharp-edged, witty and thematically skewed to adults.
Purple female puppet: Here comes our neighbor, Mr. Argyle.
Green male puppet: Dah!
Mr. Argyle: Ah! Good day to you, lassie and laddie! And where is that athletic son of yours?
Purple female puppet: Well he's...
Son: Hello, Mummy and Daddy!
Purple female puppet: He's here.
Son: Look who I brought home for dinner! [two decorated female sock puppets come in]
Purple female puppet: Oh! Don't you bring that pair of hos into this house! [they gasp]
Earl Sinclair: [laughs] I'm telling you Fran, this show works on two levels!
Fran Sinclair: [questioning and incredulous] They look like puppets. I'm not watching.

Robbie Sinclair: [as Robbie picks up a jar with green liquid in it, trying to feed Baby] Open up.
Baby Sinclair: I don't like that. [Robbie picks up another jar with brown sugar-like contents in it] I don't like that. [Robbie picks up another jar with chucks of meat in it, opens it, and spoons it out] I don't like that.
Robbie Sinclair: Eat this!
Baby Sinclair: Okay.
Robbie Sinclair, Baby Sinclair: Ahhhhhhhh...
Robbie Sinclair: All right, now look, be a good baby brother and fall asleep or something.
Baby Sinclair: How come you're the babysitter?
Robbie Sinclair: Because I got grounded.
Baby Sinclair: I'm your punishment?
Robbie Sinclair: Yep.
Baby Sinclair: I like that.
Robbie Sinclair: I'm happy *you're* happy.
Baby Sinclair: Why'd you get grounded?
Robbie Sinclair: Because of this girl, Caroline.
Baby Sinclair: She nice?
Robbie Sinclair: Yeah, she's pretty hot.
Baby Sinclair: Hot, don't touch!
Robbie Sinclair: No, no, no, this is the kind of hot you *want* to touch.
Baby Sinclair: I don't get it.
Robbie Sinclair: Neither do I.

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