Carl Munro Quotes in RV (2006)

Cassie Munro: Maybe we can feed Carl to the raccoon.

Carl Munro: Maybe we can feed him you, he might be on the south bitch diet.

Bob Munro: That's a good one son.

Bob Munro: Yo, my mobile-homeboys, what's trippin' in the wood?

Hip Hop Wannabe: This termite belong to you?

Bob Munro: Yo, my man said...

Carl Munro: [gets mad] Don't call him...

Bob Munro: [restraints Carl] Easy! This my man C, he small but ferocious, but you dogs, you hardcore, where you from?

Hip Hop Wannabe: Scottsdale!

Bob Munro: Scottsdale! In the zoner, ya'll that's a hardcore hood, but you want take on my man C here, go ahead because you know, he's fierce, he gonna come up in your face he gonna major damage you, you gonna walk away maybe limp but I say talk to the hand, call waiting, 'cause he's out, boy is ou... I can't restrains him 'cause I'm conversatin' you right now to give him a chance to cool down, to get back to a realistic level, as it were because we could be chillin' in our crib, not just on this mobile home thing, representing Malibu, and Westwood, you know. Mallin' it like we all can, boys to mensh, pimp my Mercedes, call me back, put you on hold, you know what I'm sayin'?

Hip Hop Wannabe: Er... we gotta go.

[leaves]

Bob Munro: Mm-hmm, you better, man, don't make me call my lawyer, 'cause I'll audit!

Cassie Munro: Why can't we just give it Carl and maybe he'll eat it and leave.

Carl Munro: Why don't we feed him you, maybe he's on a south bitch diet.

Bob Munro: Welcome aboard, everybody. Before we embark, I think we should give this beauty a name. Suggestions?

Cassie Munro: The Big Turd.

Carl Munro: The Big Rolling Turd?

Bob Munro: In that spirit, we set forth.

Carl Munro: I think I pulled a muscle.

[flexes]

Moon Gornicke: Where?

Carl Munro: In the woods.

Carl Munro: Does anybody have a vomit bag?

Jamie Munro: You sick?

Carl Munro: Big time. Cassie and Earl are making out.

Carl Munro: [to wannabee gangsters] Why dont you trade that thing above your neck for a face.

Bob Munro: [to wannabee gangsters] Yo, my mobile home boys. What's craking in the wood... Don't make me call my lawyer cause I'll audit...