- (Upset over washing Gerald's clothes)
- This lint is your lint.
- (in high pitch voice)
- I'm not your Mother!
- Okay, I’m sorry. (Gerald leaves the room)
Mr. Hyunh (To Arnold)
- I am not his mother!
- I'm sorry Arnold. But there's no lifestyle. It's not what I thought it'd be. I need a ticket to use the bathroom, I can't eat your grandma's cooking; "No Offense". I even have to do my own laundry. Look at me, I look like an extra in a hippie movie.
- I'm such a wily old coot.
Martin (mad about Gerald moving out)
- No 9-year old is renting a room in a boarding house. Where's my coat?
- The rules says all attendants must clean out the lint filter.
- And I'm telling you, that filter was clean as a whistle, when I was through.
- Then why did I find all of this? This lint. YOUR LINT!
- If I drop off my laundry now, how soon will I get it back?
- That depends.
- Depends on what?
- How long it takes you to do it!
Gerald (sad like)
- You mean, I have to do my own laundry?