- Kevin Arnold - The Narrator: They say men are children. But sometimes, children are men. Maybe that's where the confusion lies. All I knew was; that night, the world seemed suddenly very big, and I felt very small.
- Wayne Arnold: Hey! Hear you blew it last night, huh, big guy?
- Kevin Arnold - The Narrator: Uh oh.
- Kevin Arnold: What?
- Wayne Arnold: Oh, it's all over town. Some bozos tried to raid Central High.
- Kevin Arnold: What makes you think it was me?
- Wayne Arnold: Oh, intuition. Plus, the guard said he saw a car with some stupid dragon painted on the side
- [laughs]
- Wayne Arnold: . Nice one, 007.
- Wayne Arnold: Gangway, scrote!
- Kevin Arnold: Watch it, Butthead!
- Wayne Arnold: Hey, it's Mr Butthead to you, ok?
- [laughs]
- Kevin Arnold - The Narrator: [as Wayne raids the fridge] My brother Wayne. He'd gone to work in the mail room at Dad's company, Norcom. 89.50 a week, take home.
- Kevin Arnold: Don't forget to unwrap that before you eat it.
- Wayne Arnold: [hits Kevin with the milk carton] Vanish, scrote!
- [laughs]
- Kevin Arnold - The Narrator: Not only that, he'd moved into new digs, in the basement. His own personal customised rats nest. He was happy as a clam in mud.