Baby: [voiceover] That was the summer of 1963 when everybody called me 'Baby' and it didn't occur to me to mind. That was before President Kennedy was shot, before the Beatles came, I couldn't wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I'd never find a guy as great as my dad. That was the summer we went to Kellerman's.
Penny: Oh, come on, ladies. God wouldn't have given you maracas if He didn't want you to shake 'em.
Johnny: Just put your pickle on everybody's plate college boy and leave the hard stuff to me.
Neil: Sometimes in this world you see things you don't want to see.
Penny: Go back to your playpen, Baby.
Robbie Gould: I didn't blow a summer hauling toasted bagels just to bail out some little chick who probably balled every guy in the place. Some people count and some people don't.
Johnny: It takes a real saint to ask Daddy.
Johnny: It's not on the one, it's not the mambo. It's a feeling; a heartbeat.
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