- Fred G. Sanford: [after Lamont agrees to Fred's coming to Marilyn's Beverly Hills home, but that he'll have to wait outside in the truck] I don't mind sitting in the truck, as long as you give me a camera so I can take the expression off that Beverly Hills policeman's face when I tell him I'm sitting in the truck waiting on my son who's inside choking a white woman to death.
- Mr. O'Neill: [Offering his guest a nightcap] C'mon, Sanford, name your poison. What'll you have?
- Fred G. Sanford: Gimme a glass of Ripple.
- Mr. O'Neill: Ripple? What's that?
- Fred G. Sanford: That's the national wine of Watts.