The Brady Bunch Quotes
The misadventures of a large family united when two widowed people married.
[Carol walks into Mike's den to show off her new ensemble for their weekend vacation at a dude ranch]
Carol Ann Brady: What are you going to wear, Mike?
Michael 'Mike' Brady: Oh I don't know... my cowboy boots...
Carol Ann Brady: [in her best John Wayne impression] Well ya better wear somethin' else, or you're gonna get arrested!
Michael 'Mike' Brady: Not to mention sunburn!
Carol Ann Brady: What are you going to wear, Mike?
Michael 'Mike' Brady: Oh I don't know... my cowboy boots...
Carol Ann Brady: [in her best John Wayne impression] Well ya better wear somethin' else, or you're gonna get arrested!
Michael 'Mike' Brady: Not to mention sunburn!
Marcia Brady: [Marcia lost her Diary and is accusing one of the boys of taking it] Okay, if you hand it right over, I won't press charges
Greg Brady: What are you talking about?
Marcia Brady: As if you didn't know.
Peter Brady: Bobby, do you know what she's talking about?
Bobby Brady: No. Greg, do you know what she's talking about?
Greg Brady: No. Marcia, do you know what you're talking about?
Marcia Brady: I certainly do, someone in this room took my diary.
Greg Brady: Your diary, you mean you actually keep one of those stupid things?
Bobby Brady: What's a diary?
Peter Brady: It's a book, that you write things, that you don't want anyone else to know.
Bobby Brady: Why?
Greg Brady: So, you could write stuff like
[Greg then sits at his desk imitating Marcia writing in her diary]
Greg Brady: "Dear diary, at last I met him, my dream man, it was at the delicatessen and our fingers tingled as we reached over for the same potato salad."
[the boys laugh]
Marcia Brady: [shouts] I have never written any ridiculous thing like that in my diary!
Peter Brady: You didn't?
Marcia Brady: [shouts] I should say not!
Greg Brady: Then, why are you afraid that somebody might read it?
Marcia Brady: None of your business.
Greg Brady: What are you talking about?
Marcia Brady: As if you didn't know.
Peter Brady: Bobby, do you know what she's talking about?
Bobby Brady: No. Greg, do you know what she's talking about?
Greg Brady: No. Marcia, do you know what you're talking about?
Marcia Brady: I certainly do, someone in this room took my diary.
Greg Brady: Your diary, you mean you actually keep one of those stupid things?
Bobby Brady: What's a diary?
Peter Brady: It's a book, that you write things, that you don't want anyone else to know.
Bobby Brady: Why?
Greg Brady: So, you could write stuff like
[Greg then sits at his desk imitating Marcia writing in her diary]
Greg Brady: "Dear diary, at last I met him, my dream man, it was at the delicatessen and our fingers tingled as we reached over for the same potato salad."
[the boys laugh]
Marcia Brady: [shouts] I have never written any ridiculous thing like that in my diary!
Peter Brady: You didn't?
Marcia Brady: [shouts] I should say not!
Greg Brady: Then, why are you afraid that somebody might read it?
Marcia Brady: None of your business.
Jan Brady: I'd like to buy a wig please.
Saleswoman: Not for yourself. Why would you want to cover such beautiful blonde hair?
Jan Brady: You'd understand if you had two blonde sisters at home.
Saleswoman: Oh, so we want a complete change do we?
Jan Brady: Yes ma'me.
Saleswoman: Ok. What kind of style are you looking for?
Jan Brady: I don't know. Something wild. Kooky. Kinda like something you're wearing.
Saleswoman: This is my own hair.
Jan Brady: Oh! I'm so sorry!
Saleswoman: Not half as sorry as I am.
Saleswoman: Not for yourself. Why would you want to cover such beautiful blonde hair?
Jan Brady: You'd understand if you had two blonde sisters at home.
Saleswoman: Oh, so we want a complete change do we?
Jan Brady: Yes ma'me.
Saleswoman: Ok. What kind of style are you looking for?
Jan Brady: I don't know. Something wild. Kooky. Kinda like something you're wearing.
Saleswoman: This is my own hair.
Jan Brady: Oh! I'm so sorry!
Saleswoman: Not half as sorry as I am.
