Grandpa: Losers are people who are so afraid of not winning, they don’t even try.
Sheryl: What did he say?
Richard: I’ll tell you when I regain consciousness.
Richard: Sweet sweetness.
Olive: I’d like to dedicate this to my grandpa, who showed me these moves.
Pageant MC: Aww, that’s so sweet. Is he here now? Where’s your grandpa?
Olive: In the trunk of our car.
Police Officer: Okay, you’re out. On the condition that you never enter your daughter in a beauty pageant in the state of California, ever again. Ever.
Frank: I think we can live with that.
Olive: Grandpa, am I pretty?
Grandpa: You are the most beautiful girl in the world.
Olive: You’re just saying that.
Grandpa: No! I’m madly in love with you and it’s not because of your brains or your personality.
Richard: Oh my God, I’m getting pulled over. Everyone, just pretend to be normal.
Grandpa: I can say what I want, I still got Nazi bullets in my ass.