Married... with Children (season 7)

season of television series

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Married... with Children (1987–1997) was an American sitcom, airing on the FOX network, about a dysfunctional family living in Chicago.

Magnificent Seven [7.1]Edit

Al: Marcy, I'm saying this as a friend. Your body shows no signs of womanhood; it's obvious to me you're barren. And even if by some miracle you laid an egg, and then hatched a child, and tried to breast-feed, the poor kid would starve to death. Because, let's face it, Marce, there can't be enough in there for a cup of coffee. So having said that--with love--from one friend to another, I offer you the son you'll never have. Let me go get his clothes.
Marcy: Oh, Al. You don't need to give me anything. But I would like to give something to you: five fingers of DEATH! (strangles Al)

Bud: I don't get it. I'm so cute. What am I even doing home? I know I've got the bod, got the arms, chest...and even I can't keep my hands off my butt.
[Peg walks in and sees him grabbing his butt]
Peg: You really should talk to Daddy.

Al: Don't mind me, son, just avoiding your mother. Hey now, what's this? Hooters, absolutely no faces.

Al: Bud, did you do this? [short pause] Oh God look at my life, I'm sitting in my own son's wet spot!
[Al walks towards the mirror & looks at himself]
Al: I don't get it. I'm so cute. How could this be my fate? I should've married for money. Always had the bod, arms, God never made a nicer butt.
[Peg walks in, sees Al grabbing his butt and leaves silently]

[The Dodge stops at Springfield on a map]
Gas station attendant: Fill 'er up, sir?
Al: Nope. Making a delivery.
[Toilet flushes]
[The Dodge then stops at Nashville]
[Someone not speaking English]
Al: Yeah, whatever.
[Toilet flushes again]
[The Dodge then stops in Atlanta]
Announcer: And the Atlanta Braves take the field.
[The toilet flushes for a third time]

T-R-A Something, Something, Spells Tramp [7.2]Edit

Every Bundy Has A Birthday [7.3]Edit

Kelly: [on Seven] He's not even a real Bundy.
Bud: He's no kind of Bundy! Bundy's a name you earn. Our emotional scars run so deep you can almost see them.
Al: Yep, it's a point of pride. Ever since the day the first Bundy stepped off the Mayflower... halfway over. They never found him, but they recorded his final words: "Methinks we're here!" Pioneers like that, and ourselves, we're the real Bundys. Why, that kid never had to hear any kind of real rejection. Not until he's heard, "the service entrance is in back!"
Bud: Or, "not even for fifty bucks."
Kelly: Yeah, or "don't ruin it by talking."

Al On The Rocks [7.4]Edit

What I Did For Love [7.5]Edit

Frat Chance [7.6]Edit

Kelly: Did something die in here?
Bud: That would be me. It's my new cologne. My own secret little recipe. I call it "A Touch of Bud."
Kelly: Yeah, well, if anyone knew what a touch of Bud was, it could only be you.
Bud: And nobody does it better.

[Al drives into the garage where Bud and his frat friends are holding hands with their pants down.]
Bud: Hi Dad. We're having sort of a secret ceremony here.
Al: Not secret enough, son.

The Chicago Wine Party [7.7]Edit

Kelly Doesn't Live Here Anymore [7.8]Edit

Rock Of Ages [7.9]Edit

Death Of A Shoe Salesman [7.10]Edit

The Old College Try [7.11]Edit

Christmas [7.12]Edit

Kelly: Daddy.
Al: What?
Kelly: I forgot. Oh, yeah! Daddy.
Al: What?
Kelly: I forgot again. Don't say "what" next time.
Al: Okay, Pumpkin.
Kelly: Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. DADDY!
Al: WHAT?
Kelly: Now you made me forget again.
[In a few minutes later.]
Kelly: Daddy.
Al: Damn, what is that good for to do? You just gonna forget.
Kelly: No, I won't. Daddy.
Al: What?
Kelly: I forgot.

Bud: Hooters?
Al: Playboys?
Bud: Playboys.
Al: Hooters.
Al and Bud: YES! YES! YES!

The Wedding Show [7.13]Edit

It Doesn't Get Any Better Than This [7.14]Edit

Heels on Wheels [7.15]Edit

Mr Empty Pants [7.16]Edit

Peg: I sure hope Al does not wise up to the fact that is he is legally entitled to half his money.

You Can't Miss [7.17]Edit

Peggy And The Pirates [7.18]Edit

Al: [removes a plunger from a wall safe] This is a job for Old Betsy.
Peggy: Why do all plungers have girls' names, Al?
Al: Because the cavemen used to hold their women by the feet for a job like this.

Rubio the Cruel (Steve Rhoades): Men, hide your women, women, hide your heinies! For I'll bring you the unique musical styling of Rubio the Cruel! Rubettes?
[three identically dressed pirates line up behind him]
Rubio the Cruel: [singing] For I'll be true to the song I sing, and live and die - ha-ha! - a pirate king! For I am a pirate king, and it is, it is, a glorious thing to be a pirate king! Whoo, I am a pirate king...!
[dissolve to Rubio singing from the bridge]
Rubio the Cruel: [singing] I am the very model of a modern major general, I've information vegetable, animal and mineral...
[shot of the pirates and Paco's men all committing suicide, by hanging themselves, stabbing themselves, or just jumping into the ocean; dissolve to Rubio's last number]
Rubio the Cruel: [singing] Ding-ding-ding went the bell, zing-zing-zing went my heartstrings...
Captain Courage (Al): Now we all know why he's called Rubio the Cruel!

Go For The Old [7.19]Edit

Unalful Entry [7.20]Edit

Peg: You know what would really help me go to sleep?
Al: Yes I do Peg, but I don't think we can get Dr. Kevorkian on such short notice.

The Movie Show [7.21]Edit

(Kelly has just found her boyfriend at the movies, where the Bundys are as well, with another girl, but she seems to take it well, until she rejoins the rest of her family.)

Kelly: (calmly) Daddy, beat him up.
Al: (instantly) Of course, pumpkin.

(Al marches over to Kelly's boyfriend and proceeds to beat the snot out of him as his date flees the cinema and the studio audience cheers him on; eventually, he returns to his seat)

Al: And that's why cable will never replace the moviegoing experience. (puts his arms around Peg, Bud, and Kelly's shoulders)

'Til Death Do Us Part [7.22]Edit

Kelly: What time is it?
Bud: 12:15.
Kelly: A.M. or B.M?
Bud{sarcastic tone of voice}: B.M.
Kelly: You know, has it ever occurred to them it would make far better sense to call it P.M. as in postmeridian? There are times I feel I am alone in this world that doesn't make sense.

'Tis Time To Smell The Roses [7.23]Edit

Old Insurance Dodge [7.24]Edit

The Wedding Repercussions [7.25]Edit

The Proposition [7.26]Edit