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An automatically created list of quotes by the Jacobs family.
On this page: Dale | Ann | Robyn | Melanie
Dale
“ | Dale Jacobs: Marjorie Sadler? Oh, no. John Whittaker: What's wrong? Dale Jacobs: Marjorie Sadler has visited my office a number of times. Every week she has a new complaint against somebody. The guys in the newsroom call her "the crank lady". Two weeks ago she said that the Nazis were putting drugs in the city water supply to make us all move to Germany. Connie Kendall: Uh-oh. |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: Why you getting so involved in this, Whit? John Whittaker: I dunno. Because there was something about him — something in his eyes that seemed so... lost. |
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“ | John Whittaker: Say, who's this handsome young gentleman you've brought with you? Robyn Jacobs: He's not a handsome gentleman, he's my dad! Dale Jacobs: Oh, thanks a lot, Robyn! |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: It’s just you’re my biggest fan. Uh, I’m your biggest fan. I mean, my wife is your biggest fan. She listens to your broadcast everyday. You and Mike Carp. James Dobson: Uh, Trout. |
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“ | Bart Rathbone: So, so, you are interested in the Bones of Rath, huh? Dale Jacobs: That’s right Bart. See I’m ah... Bart Rathbone: Hey, you and everybody in Odyssey. They are the biggest thing since sliced peaches. |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: They wore black sweaters. You know, sorta like crooks on TV? And they talked funny! Like they had containers! Dale Jacobs: Containers? Robyn Jacobs: Yeah, containers! You know, to straighten your teeth? Ann Jacobs: I think you mean retainers. Robyn Jacobs: Yeah, that too! |
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“ | Joe Finneman: Connie, Dale. There is no story. Now really. Ok? Dale Jacobs: Ok, I read ya. But you need to know that I'm gonna keep digging. I think you do have a story and I think it deserves to be told. |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: Congratulations, Rusty. Rusty Gordon (Malone) : Thanks. And thank you all. Because without you, there would've been no one to clap for me. |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: <after Robyn clears her throat loudly> Oh, uh. I think we're being paged. |
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“ | Ann Jacobs: Dale, are you all right? Your face is flushed, and what happened to the knees of your pants? Dale Jacobs: Oh, I tripped in the alley. Ann Jacobs: What were you doing in an alley? Dale Jacobs: Hiding from Scotland Yard! Silly question. |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: What does the cloth, feel like? John Whittaker: A cloth, Dale! That's what it is! Dale Jacobs: Really? What a let down! |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: Something's coming out with tentacles. It's huge! It's monstrous!! It's-it's-AUGHH!! Edwin Blackgaard: Dale! Dale? Well, ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry but we seem to have lost contact with Dale. I've been informed that the police are at the scene now and well we'll break here until we have an update. |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: Or, haven't you heard of freedom of speech? Bart Rathbone: Yeah, I heard of it. I think it's a shame when people take advantage of it like this. John Whittaker: You mean, when they say things you don't like. Bart Rathbone: Exactly! |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: Chicken pot pie... Turkey pot pie... The new meatloaf pot pie... Meatloaf pot pie? Ew... |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: You sure you're telling us everything? Robyn Jacobs: Well, yeah, Dad. That's all I can think up—uh, I mean, remember. |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: We are actually here to engage in a time-honored tradition. John Whittaker: Really? Robyn Jacobs: Yeah, our annual back-to-school chocolate soda! John Whittaker: Oh? How long have you had this tradition? Dale Jacobs: What time is it now? |
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“ | Jason Whittaker: So you'll see that I have all the things found in a normal business man's suitcase. A notepad, a laptop, and this hidden compartment. Ann Jacobs: Ooh, that's a useful feature. Dale Jacobs: I used to have a typewriter like that. Sue: What's a typewriter? |
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“ | Sue: I can do an American accent! I've heard it in the movies! <in bad American accent> Hi. How are ya? Nice to meet ya! Dale Jacobs: Oh, is that how they think we talk? Sue: Isn't it? |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: "As Crusty as They Wanna Be"? Robyn Jacobs: Great, huh? Dale Jacobs: Fitting. |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: I think you might want to sit down. Dale Jacobs: We are sitting. Robyn Jacobs: Oh yeah, you are. |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: My little girl's becoming quite the financier. Robyn Jacobs: No. I just wanna make money. |
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“ | Jason Whittaker: Everything in me agreed with Billings. I wanted vengeance just as much as he did. I could feel it. Under different circumstances, I might have done exactly the same thing. Dale Jacobs: Somehow I doubt it. Jason Whittaker: Yeah but see, that's the labyrinth, Dale. To live in lies to save the truth. How's a man supposed to do that? I mean even for a good cause. Dale Jacobs: I don't know, Jason. I'm a journalist. I've had to live with that question my entire career. The taste of lies is foul, and it's even worse if you get used to it. I know that good will win in the end. But I have to pray for forgiveness if I've taken a wrong step while fighting for what's good. |
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“ | Melanie Jacobs: Hi. Did Jesus come back? Dale Jacobs: Sorry, honey. Not tonight. Melanie Jacobs: Oh. Maybe tomorrow? Dale Jacobs: Could be any minute sweet heart. Could be any minute. |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: It means that Esther learns at home, instead of going to a real- uh, I m-mean a regular-, uh, formal school. Help?! |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: That's an accordion? I thought that they recorded a traffic jam. |
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“ | Harlow Doyle: Can I have another cookie? Dale Jacobs: No. Harlow Doyle: Oh. |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: Take the pill, Robyn. And keep your fingers crossed. Robyn Jacobs: DAD! Why are you saying that? Dale Jacobs: Saying what? I just don't want anything else to happen to you. You escaped the bike crash - knock on wood - and now we're going to get you all better. Cross my heart. Robyn Jacobs: DAD!!! Dale Jacobs: We even hung a horseshoe over your door. Robyn Jacobs: A horseshoe?! Dale Jacobs: We probably should have taken it off the horse first. |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: Don't they teach you American history in this country? Sue: Not if they can help it. |
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“ | John Whittaker: The "Jesus cloth?" Dale Jacobs: That's the name Lucy gave it. Has a nice ring, dontcha think? John Whittaker: No, I don't. Dale Jacobs: ... Oh. |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: You need to learn to be— Robyn Jacobs: Punctuated. I know, Dad. Mr. Whittaker just talked to me about it. |
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“ | Jessie Morales: You're late for your meeting, Robyn! You'll have to run! Dale Jacobs: But be careful of the sidewalk! Robyn Jacobs: Why? Jessie Morales: Step on a crack... |
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“ | John Whittaker: Melanie wants posters? Dale Jacobs: No, no, on... John Whittaker: She's on a poster? Dale Jacobs: Want, um... John Whittaker: She's on a wanted poster?! |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: Calm down, honey. It's not like it's the end of the world. <beat> Then again, maybe... |
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“ | Jason Whittaker: How do you feel about breaking and entering? Dale Jacobs: Ooo, that'll take me back to my days as a rookie on the newspaper! Name the place, Buckingham Palace? 10 Downing St? Jason Whittaker: Actually you'll be breaking into my room at the Groveler Hotel. Sue: Wow! Isn't that posh! |
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“ | Rodney Rathbone: He's gonna do a big story about me and how I exposed the criminals and saved the town, and should get a medal or something. Dale Jacobs: Well, Whit? John Whittaker: Rodney, you've learned a lesson about honesty, how about a lesson on humility? Rodney Rathbone: Huh? Humility? Haven't I been humiliated enough already?! I mean I had to tell this story to everybody in town... |
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Ann
“ | Ann Jacobs: That girl’s pretty industrious when she sets her mind to it. |
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“ | Ann Jacobs: Look at this coffee table. Has somebody been tap dancing on it with cleats? Robyn Jacobs: <narrating> You know what I was thinking. Connie Kendall: Yeah. Was somebody tap dancing on the coffee table with cleats? |
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“ | Ann Jacobs: Honey Jenny isn't abnormal either. She just has a physical handicap. Like some people can't hear or walk. It makes her unique especially since she makes up for it in other ways. Melanie Jacobs: Yeah I know. Her other senses make up for her being blind. Ann Jacobs: I'm sure she works hard at that but I'm talking about other things. Like she's very nice and kind and pleasant to be with. So maybe you should think about all the things that are special about Jenny instead of letting her blindness get in the way. |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: They wore black sweaters. You know, sorta like crooks on TV? And they talked funny! Like they had containers! Dale Jacobs: Containers? Robyn Jacobs: Yeah, containers! You know, to straighten your teeth? Ann Jacobs: I think you mean retainers. Robyn Jacobs: Yeah, that too! |
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“ | Ann Jacobs: Dale, are you all right? Your face is flushed, and what happened to the knees of your pants? Dale Jacobs: Oh, I tripped in the alley. Ann Jacobs: What were you doing in an alley? Dale Jacobs: Hiding from Scotland Yard! Silly question. |
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“ | Jason Whittaker: So you'll see that I have all the things found in a normal business man's suitcase. A notepad, a laptop, and this hidden compartment. Ann Jacobs: Ooh, that's a useful feature. Dale Jacobs: I used to have a typewriter like that. Sue: What's a typewriter? |
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“ | Sue: Um, are you going to eat those French fries? Ann Jacobs: Oh, help yourself. Sue: Thanks! |
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Robyn
“ | Robyn Jacobs: Boy, I never thought I'd be happy to see you again. Jack Davis: Yeah. Likewise. |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: Start from the center, and play a deaf cabbage! |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: I don't want to be late for anything ever again! |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: They looked like real bad guys. And... and they talked funny. Oscar Peterson: My big brother talked funny after he went to the orthodontist. Did these guys wear retainers? John Whittaker: Never mind, Oscar! |
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“ | Jack Davis: Hey, look, it's Robyn Roter! Hi, Greensleeves. How's it going? Robyn Jacobs: I'm not in the mood, Jack. Hi, Oscar. Oscar Peterson: Hi, Robyn. |
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“ | Jessie Morales: There's a flea on the fly on the hair on the wart on the frog on the knot on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea, there's a flea on the fly on the hair on the wart on the frog on the knot on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea. There's a hole! There's a hole. There's a hole in the bottom of the seaaa. There's aaaaa hole in the bottom of the sea, there's a hole in the bottom of the s— Robyn Jacobs: ENOUGH, with the hole in the bottom of the sea!! |
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“ | John Whittaker: Say, who's this handsome young gentleman you've brought with you? Robyn Jacobs: He's not a handsome gentleman, he's my dad! Dale Jacobs: Oh, thanks a lot, Robyn! |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: Uh huh, Mr. L-A-P-H himself. |
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“ | Ann Jacobs: Look at this coffee table. Has somebody been tap dancing on it with cleats? Robyn Jacobs: <narrating> You know what I was thinking. Connie Kendall: Yeah. Was somebody tap dancing on the coffee table with cleats? |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: <about the prison> ...It's wet, and it stinks, and I'm cold. It's terrible. Unknown: Excuse me, don't forget the rats... It's wet, it stinks, it's cold, and the rats like to nibble at your ankles. Unknown: Hey the food is bad too you know. You can't put together a list of complaints about this prison, without griping about the food. Unknown: Right, so what do we have? Let's see it's wet, it stinks, it's cold, the rats like to nibble at your ankles, and the food is bad. Unknown: Did you mention the plumbing? Unknown: I don't think I did. Do we have any? Unknown: No. Unknown: Then we should mention it. |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: I can hit anything you can throw any day of the week! Traci Needlemeyer: Yeah, right. Keep thinking that, Robyn, and maybe one day it'll come true — when I'm 90. |
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“ | Benjamin (b): He did not say his friend was so pretty — even in beggar clothes. Robyn Jacobs: Are you kidding? |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: Let's play volleyball! |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: They wore black sweaters. You know, sorta like crooks on TV? And they talked funny! Like they had containers! Dale Jacobs: Containers? Robyn Jacobs: Yeah, containers! You know, to straighten your teeth? Ann Jacobs: I think you mean retainers. Robyn Jacobs: Yeah, that too! |
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“ | Oscar Peterson: Is that a new dress? Robyn Jacobs: Yeah! Oscar Peterson: It's pretty! I had an aunt who was buried in a dress like that. Robyn Jacobs: Thanks, Oscar. |
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“ | Jessie Morales: But you'll get bad luck if you don't, Robyn. I had a great Aunt once who had nothing but bad luck. Robyn Jacobs: What happened to her? Jessie Morales: Once she got her purse stolen after a hurricane went through her neighborhood, and her house caught fire from a short circuit in a gift electric blanket for her water bed. Robyn Jacobs: Really? All that happened to her at the same time? Jessie Morales: Yeah. Well, over six years. |
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“ | Jimmy Barclay: Hey, Robyn! You got mud on your new T-shirt! Robyn Jacobs: What?! Robyn Jacobs: Hey, that's cheating! Jimmy distracted me! Jimmy Barclay: <laughs> Nah nah nah na nah nah! |
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“ | Tom Riley: There's a... hole in the bottom of the sea! Jessie Morales: Hey! Robyn Jacobs: Don't even THINK about it, Jessie. |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: <alarm clock rings> Oh! What dummy set this thing for five o'clock? Oh, yeah, I did! |
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“ | Connie Kendall: Oh, I forgot to tell you—I talked to the camp director, and he thinks you're right. The girls should be given a chance to compete with the boys at some things. Robyn Jacobs: Really? Connie Kendall: Yep, so tomorrow afternoon we're gonna compete with them in archery, canoes, and a relay race. Donna Barclay: That's great. |
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“ | John Whittaker: C'mon, everybody — there's a victory celebration going on over at my place. Let's get over there! Robyn Jacobs: But, Mr. Whittaker... we lost. John Whittaker: Only the game, Robyn. Only the game. |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: You sure you're telling us everything? Robyn Jacobs: Well, yeah, Dad. That's all I can think up—uh, I mean, remember. |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: All right, guys. You win. If you help me finish the lawns I said we'd do, I've give you what you want. Jack Davis: You'll give us seven dollars and seventy-five cents? Robyn Jacobs: No. I'll give you all of it: the whole ten dollars. Jack Davis: What?!! Oscar Peterson: But you can't! We only asked for— Jack Davis: Quiet, Oscar! Be quiet! |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: Oh sure, go ahead. When does the great Henry Fernbank think Jesus is supposed to come back? Melanie Jacobs: Saturday! <AIO theme plays> |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: Thanks a lot, Jessie! Kitty-Crunchies all over the floor. Another mess to clean. Jessie Morales: Why don't you just put Boswell down and let him eat it up? <beat> Okay, bad suggestion. |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: We are actually here to engage in a time-honored tradition. John Whittaker: Really? Robyn Jacobs: Yeah, our annual back-to-school chocolate soda! John Whittaker: Oh? How long have you had this tradition? Dale Jacobs: What time is it now? |
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“ | Eugene Meltsner: May I inquire to the source of your depression? Melanie Jacobs: She just lost a hundred dollars. Robyn Jacobs: Tell the whole world, Melanie! Eugene Meltsner: You misplaced one hundred dollars? Then I would suggest an immediate search of the area and perhaps a call to the police. Melanie Jacobs: She didn't lose the money out of her pocket; she just didn't win it... |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: You just have to take it by faith. Pamela: Oh, "faith"... Hey I bet Mr. Whittaker would know!! Robyn Jacobs: Pamela!!!!!!!!! |
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“ | Jack Davis: <voiceover> I greeted her the way all great detectives greet women. <to Robyn> Hiyah, doll face. What's the latest news? Robyn Jacobs: The report of your damaged body if you don't call me by my real name. |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: AAAAHHHHHHHH!!! Donna Barclay: Robyn, what's wrong? Robyn Jacobs: Get it out of my sleeping bag! Donna Barclay: What? I don't see anything! Robyn Jacobs: A bug! It's crawling up my sleeping bag to attack me! There it is! Quick, stomp it, squish it, smash it!! Donna Barclay: You mean this? This is the barrette for your hair. Robyn Jacobs: Oh, that's where it went. |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: "As Crusty as They Wanna Be"? Robyn Jacobs: Great, huh? Dale Jacobs: Fitting. |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: Pass me some of that brown stuff over there. I like it. Obadiah: You mean the rabbit? Robyn Jacobs: Rabbit? I've been eating Bugs Bunny? Jack Davis: Good grief, Robyn. |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: Mom is late for things. She says it's fashionable! |
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“ | Bernard Walton: There was a certain jewish man named Mordecai who was at the palace. Melanie Jacobs: Why was he there? Bernard Walton: Uh, I think he worked there. Robyn Jacobs: What kind of work did he do? Bernard Walton: Uh, I don't know he was probably a window washer. It's a very noble profession you know. |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: I think you might want to sit down. Dale Jacobs: We are sitting. Robyn Jacobs: Oh yeah, you are. |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: My little girl's becoming quite the financier. Robyn Jacobs: No. I just wanna make money. |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: I just wanna stay out of it until it all blows over. Hope there's something good on TV. (Whit laughs a little) What? John Whittaker: Oh, it's sad, but what you just said probably summarizes how most people really feel about the second coming — if the truth were known. |
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“ | Jessie Morales: Good grief Robyn, no wonder you lose everything. Don't you ever clean your locker? Robyn Jacobs: Is this your imitation of my mom? Help me look! |
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“ | Jessie Morales: Connellsville Furniture. How interesting. Robyn Jacobs: Why? Jessie Morales: I dunno, I just thought it was interesting. That's all. Robyn Jacobs: <beat> You're weird, Jessie. |
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“ | John Whittaker: How do you like school this year, Robyn? Robyn Jacobs: You're kidding, right? John Whittaker: Sorry, I guess that was a pretty dumb question! |
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“ | Unknown: Robyn! Robyn Jacobs: Uh huh? Unknown: Why don't you remind us of what Manifest Destiny is? Robyn Jacobs: Uh... It was when... The boat called the Manifest Destiny was sunk by... um... England and everybody got mad. |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: Why does everything have to echo in dreams?... echo in dreams... echo in dreams... echo in dreams. |
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“ | Jessie Morales: If you rub a rabbit's foot, it'll bring you good luck. Robyn Jacobs: Good luck for who? Not the rabbit, that's for sure. |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: Alright! Alright! Keep your shirt on! |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: We'll show 'em, we can be just as tough as they are! ...Anyone seen my teddy bear? |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: Take the pill, Robyn. And keep your fingers crossed. Robyn Jacobs: DAD! Why are you saying that? Dale Jacobs: Saying what? I just don't want anything else to happen to you. You escaped the bike crash - knock on wood - and now we're going to get you all better. Cross my heart. Robyn Jacobs: DAD!!! Dale Jacobs: We even hung a horseshoe over your door. Robyn Jacobs: A horseshoe?! Dale Jacobs: We probably should have taken it off the horse first. |
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“ | Helen Langford: You actually jumped her and beat her?! Robyn Jacobs: Yeah. How else are you going to win at checkers? Helen Langford: Perhaps some math problems would be best. |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: I don't have trouble being punctual. It's being on time that's my problem. |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: I don't believe it! Leave me alone! I'm not superstitious! Jessie Morales: "Superstitious"? That word has thirteen letters in it! Thirteen is bad luck! |
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“ | Jessie Morales: Don't do anything drastic. Robyn Jacobs: I only wanna think. Jessie Morales: That's what I mean. |
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“ | Dale Jacobs: You need to learn to be— Robyn Jacobs: Punctuated. I know, Dad. Mr. Whittaker just talked to me about it. |
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“ | Jessie Morales: You're late for your meeting, Robyn! You'll have to run! Dale Jacobs: But be careful of the sidewalk! Robyn Jacobs: Why? Jessie Morales: Step on a crack... |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: I wanna know about the Easter Bunny! |
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Melanie
“ | Melanie Jacobs: Do you know how old she is? John Whittaker: Monica? Oh, fifteen or sixteen, I guess. Melanie Jacobs: She's eleven. |
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“ | Eugene Meltsner: Studying, there are few things I appreciate more than an evening burning the midnight oil. Pouring over text after text in search of things I haven't learned or mastered. Alas, such evenings are very rare now. Melanie Jacobs: Because you're almost finished with college? Eugene Meltsner: No. Because I know almost everything there is to know. Melanie Jacobs: <under her breath> Oh, please. |
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“ | Ann Jacobs: Honey Jenny isn't abnormal either. She just has a physical handicap. Like some people can't hear or walk. It makes her unique especially since she makes up for it in other ways. Melanie Jacobs: Yeah I know. Her other senses make up for her being blind. Ann Jacobs: I'm sure she works hard at that but I'm talking about other things. Like she's very nice and kind and pleasant to be with. So maybe you should think about all the things that are special about Jenny instead of letting her blindness get in the way. |
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“ | Bernard Walton: How are the Jacobs girls today? Melanie Jacobs: Bummed. Bernard Walton: Bummed? Melanie Jacobs: Yeah, you know. Upset. Bernard Walton: Oh, good. For a second I thought you were gonna start riding the rails. |
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“ | Robyn Jacobs: Oh sure, go ahead. When does the great Henry Fernbank think Jesus is supposed to come back? Melanie Jacobs: Saturday! <AIO theme plays> |
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“ | Melanie Jacobs: Getting mad won't help... but getting even will. |
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“ | Eugene Meltsner: May I inquire to the source of your depression? Melanie Jacobs: She just lost a hundred dollars. Robyn Jacobs: Tell the whole world, Melanie! Eugene Meltsner: You misplaced one hundred dollars? Then I would suggest an immediate search of the area and perhaps a call to the police. Melanie Jacobs: She didn't lose the money out of her pocket; she just didn't win it... |
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“ | Bernard Walton: There was a certain jewish man named Mordecai who was at the palace. Melanie Jacobs: Why was he there? Bernard Walton: Uh, I think he worked there. Robyn Jacobs: What kind of work did he do? Bernard Walton: Uh, I don't know he was probably a window washer. It's a very noble profession you know. |
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“ | Melanie Jacobs: Hi. Did Jesus come back? Dale Jacobs: Sorry, honey. Not tonight. Melanie Jacobs: Oh. Maybe tomorrow? Dale Jacobs: Could be any minute sweet heart. Could be any minute. |
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“ | Melanie Jacobs: Take the sum total of the generations between Adam and Jesus based on the combined genealogies of Matthew and Luke. Then divide by 40, and add 12... |
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