- Fred G. Sanford: [Staggering from a heart attack, holding a bottle of Sangria] Ohh, this is a big one! Ya hear that, Elizabeth? I'm comin' to join ya honey! With a fifth of flapple in my hand!
- [Recovers, then opens the bottle]
- Fred G. Sanford: Well, not quite a fifth.
- [Takes a drink from it]
- Fred G. Sanford: [about to leave with Lamont and Julio for a Mexican restaurant] Well, wait before we go, I gotta get a bottle of something.
- Julio Fuentes: Oh wait, you don't have to bring a bottle of anything. They got plenty of wine at the restaurant.
- Fred G. Sanford: [Coming back] I'm not speaking about wine, Julio.
- [Holds up the bottle]
- Fred G. Sanford: Pepto Bismol.
- Julio Fuentes: [At the restaurant, he pours wine into a glass from a pitcher] Here, Mr. Sanford. Try this wine.
- Fred G. Sanford: Alright, what's it called.
- Julio Fuentes: Sangria.
- Fred G. Sanford: [Just before he takes a drink] Oh, what does that mean.
- Julio Fuentes: It means "blood".
- [Fred spits it out and almost chokes. Julio gives him a napkin]
- Julio Fuentes: It's only a *name*. Because of the color.
- Fred G. Sanford: [Recovers] Oh. I thought it was something left over from the bullfight.
- [Takes a drink again]
- Fred G. Sanford: Actually, this is pretty good. Kinda tastes like Ripple that had gone flat. They oughta call it "flapple".
- [Looks in the pitcher]
- Fred G. Sanford: What's that at the bottom.
- Julio Fuentes: Oh, that's fruit.
- Fred G. Sanford: [Looks again] Look like garbage.
- Lamont Sanford: [See's Fred in a wheelchair] What is that?
- Fred G. Sanford: It's a wheelchair. What it look like, a Toyota?