Oh, your sweetheart sent you a card for Christmas, did she? –Yeah, at Christmas she would. –What'd she say that was sweet? –Sweet? –Yeah. I heard you say 'sweet' while you was reading it there. What'd she say? –Oh, she said, uh, (ahem) she said 'Merry Christmas.' –Yeah? What else'd she say that was sweet? –(ahem) 'Merry Christmas, Barney.' –Oh, come on, Barney. You can tell me what she said. What'd she say to you that was so sweet? –'Merry Christmas... Barney-Parney-Pooh'! Pooh! I don't want to open any more cards.
Now, Barn, this is not an overnight decision. I've thought about it a lot, and we've talked about it, too. I told you there-there might come a time when I'd be... moving on. –Yeah, but I didn't think you meant anything like quitting. I thought you just meant dying!
Well, me, I just don't happen to believe in ghosts... particularly.
Why is Pa always trying to run my life? –Well, after all, he was a corporal in World War I, and you know how bossy they were. –But, Ma, that war's been over for ages. –Not to your father. He loves that war just as much today as he did then.
That's right, karate... made my whole body a weapon.