Cindy Brady: You can't take my mommy!
Marcia Brady: Cindy's right! Take Jan! (unknown)
Marcia: I'll go first because I'm the prettiest. (unknown)
Marcia: He even wrote something in my yearbook in French! "Menage A Trois." I bet that means "You're the most." (unknown)
Marcia: Get with the times, Greg. There's a new thing called Women's Lib. It means women get what they want. (unknown)
Roy Martin: You can't believe her. Look at the hair, the clothes, the constant cheerfulness. (unknown)
Marcia Brady: I'm so happy for you, Jan.
Jan Brady: Really, Marcia?
Marcia Brady: No. (unknown)
[Asked where Marcia is]
Cindy: She's over there getting lei'd by those Hawaiian boys. (unknown)
Roy: Marcia. Oh, Marcia, Marcia, Marcia. You have grown up to be so gorgeous!
Marcia: I know.
Roy: And Jan. My dear Jan... Isn't Marcia gorgeous? (unknown)
Carol: Careful, Mike. he's got a gun.
Roy: I don't need a gun to take care of you. I am going to kick your Brady Butt.
Cindy: He said the "B" word. (unknown)
Roy Martin: I'm tripping with the Bradys! (unknown)
[Talking about the music he likes]
Warren Mulaney: Well, I'm really into hip-hop.
Marcia: Hip-hop? Sounds like something a rabbit listens to. (unknown)
Mike Brady: A gift is only a good thing when the giver has given thought to that gift. But when the gift the giver gives gives grief, then that gift should give the givee regrets. (unknown)
Mike Brady: Us Bradys have to stick together, or we'll fall apart. Much like that house of cards. You see, a deck consists of 52 cards, and if the hearts didn't work with the diamonds and the spades with the clubs, then how the heck would we ever play a game of Gin Rummy? So, in keeping with the spirit of togetherness, I'm sure you kids know the right thing to do. (unknown)
Mike Brady: You seem to be having quite an effect on Peter, Roy.
Roy Martin: Well, it's like I always say: "Veni, Vidi, Vici - I came, I saw, I conquered".
Mike Brady: Well, like I always say: "Caveat Emtor".
Roy Martin: Doesn't that mean "Buyer Beware"?
Mike Brady: Yes... yes it does. (unknown)
Peter Brady: Dad, I think I hit him in the head with these. I'm sorry, Mr. Phillips.
Mike Brady: Peter, drumsticks are not toys.
Peter Brady: Oh, they're not drumsticks, Dad. They're weapons.
Mike Brady: Well, weapons are not toys either, Peter. (unknown)
Jan Brady: His name is... George.
Marcia Brady: George what?
Jan Brady: George, uhhh... Tropicana!
Carol Brady: Oh, that's nice. Is he Cuban? (unknown)
Marcia: [brushing her hair and counting] One, two, three, four...
[noticing Greg undressing through the curtain]
Marcia: ...four, four, four...
Greg Brady: Marcia?
Marcia: [seductively] Yes, Greg?
[normal voice]
Marcia: I mean, what?
Greg Brady: If Roy really is mom's husband, then does that mean...
Marcia: ...we're not brother and sister? (unknown)
Marcia: [Driving down a road in Hawii] You know whats gross, guys that don't wear bellbottoms... yecch (unknown)
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