Kevin Dunn: Murry Wilson
Murry Wilson : Hey, Dave you know the rules. Everybody carries their own amp.
Dave Marks : It's too heavy.
Murry Wilson : Since when? You don't smile when you're playing. Now you expect somebody to strike your equipment. What, you think you're some kind of big shot?
Dave Marks : You'd be happy if I quit wouldn't you? Alright then I quit. You happy now?
Murry Wilson : You heard him! He quit! He's out! You're out Dave.
Dave Marks : I hate you, Murry!
Murry Wilson : How do you expect to be a musician if you can't hear good?
Murry Wilson : Merry Christmas, mom.
Grandma Edith Wilson : And to you. My goodness, don't you look well? Buddy, doesn't Murry look well?
Murry Wilson : Merry Christmas, dad.
Buddy Wilson : Nice house your sister has. At least one of you made something of yourself.
Grandma Edith Wilson : Please, Buddy. It's Christmas.
Buddy Wilson : Someone talking to you?
Murry Wilson : It's always good to see you, mom.