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• Ned's Dad: We don't believe in rules, like, we gave them up when we started livin' like freaky beatniks!
  Dr. Foster: You don't believe in rules, yet you want to control Ned's anger....
• Dr. Foster: Well, how are you feeling this evening?
  Ned: Uh, actually, I'm a little chilly. Can I have another strait jacket?...
• Dr. Foster: Yes, Dr. Foster here. ... Ned Flanders?
  You're sure? ... No, no, no, I'll come right over....
• Dr. Foster: Would you please tell your son to stop?
  Ned's Dad: We can't do it, man! That's discipline!...
• Little Ned: [barging in] Whee! I'm Dick Tracy! [hitting the other kids] Bang!
  Take that Pruneface! Now I'm Pruneface, take that Dick Tracy!...
• Ned: I don't like the service at the post office. You know, it's all "rush rush!
  get'cha in, get'cha out!" Then they've got those machines in the lobby, they're even faster, no help there....
• Ned: Maude? Rod? Todd? Todd: [upside down; lying on the rubble] I'm right here, Daddy.
  Maude: Oh Neddy, it was terrifying. I thought I was headed for the eternal bliss of paradise....
• Ned: Thanks, everyone! I'm all better now. No more storing up the anger till I explode.
  If any of you does something I don't like, yo-ou're gonna hear about it!...
• Could you please continue with the petty bickering?
  I find it most intriguing. -- Data, "Haven", stardate 41294.5...