Fred: Don't eat that (E.B.'s jelly bean poop)
Fred: You might not like the flavor.
Sam: Fred, relax.
Sam: [crunch] Watermelon.
I could bunk down anywhere, West wing, master suite, I'm not picky.E.B.
E.B.: Fred, I am special.
Fred: We are all special.
E.B.: You are not getting it. I mean I am really special.
I have the talent, I have the drive.. (got hit by a car) I have to avoid whatever that was.E.B.
E.B.: Is she seeing anyone?
Fred: No. She's single and she's looking for a rabbit.
E.B.: What are the newspapers for?
Fred: You know you're an animal, so..
E.B.: Oh, I understand. I'll just sleep down here, among my poo and pee, like a pig.
E.B.: Dad, I wanna drum in a band. I wanna see the world.
EB Dad: EB, the Easter bunny sees the world all in one night.
E.B.: oh, Really dad? What about China?
EB Dad: (Remembers being thrown out in China) Right, so we haven't cracked China yet.
E.B.: Don't wanna be the Easter bunny.
EB Dad: 4000 years of tradition doesn't end just because one selfish bunny doesn't feel like doing it!
All great artists suffer before they become famous. That lady wrote Harry Potter in a ditch.E.B.