Demo: I'm a rambling man. I'm a tumbleweed. I'm a seeker of truth. And one truth I've learned, a child is a parent's greatest joy. Which is why I can't leave my parents' place, because they would miss me!
Tripp: Amen, brother!
Demo: And yet, in America, we're shunned for our lifestyle.
Tripp: When we should be celebrating our lifestyle. We are men who still live at home.
Demo: Yes!
Tripp: We're not here to apologize about who we are, or how we do it, or who we live with.
Demo: No!
Tripp: I'm looking around this table, hombres, and I see three winners. And to every one of those out there who sees something different, I say bring it on! 'Cause it's going to take a stick of dynamite to get me out of my parents' house.
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Al: The boy's 35 years old!
Sue: It's just not fair.
Al: Thirty-five years!
Sue: We were good parents, and now we're supposed to be done!
Neighbor: Hey, I don't blame my kid for staying. Our place is much nicer than anything he can afford.
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Al: Well, I say the whole thing comes down to being afraid to spank. I mean you can't build a house without a hammer!
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Paula: Tripp is a fascinating case. He doesn't fit the usual profile.
Kit: Of losers and shut-ins?
Paula: I actually don't even see why he still lives at home. He's got a good job, he's got normal social skills, he's attractive, he's really sweet.
Kit: That's so nice that you get to hang out with such a sweet guy every day.
Paula: It was a rewarding and successful work day. That's all. And at the end of it, I looked into his eyes, and I saw it. I've got him. He is as good as moved out.