Harriette Winslow: [Steve and Carl have been competing in the dance contest for 12 hours] Carl, I didn't think it was possible, but the older you get, the more childish you get.
Carl Winslow: What is that supposed to mean?
Harriette Winslow: [pulls away from him] Carl, you're walking home!
[turns and leaves]
Myra Monkhouse: Steven, you know I love you with all my heart, and all my soul,
[takes off her shoe]
Myra Monkhouse: but *not* my feet!
[turns and storms out]
Steve Urkel: But boogie-woogie butt!
Fletcher: [steps between the two men] Oh dear, you are the only two left and with nobody to dance with. It's over.
[about he and Estelle]
Fletcher: We're gonna hop on the Harley and head home.