E.B., the Easter Bunny's teenage son, heads to Hollywood, determined to become a drummer in a rock 'n' roll band. In LA, he's taken in by Fred after the out-of-work slacker hits E.B. with his car.

Voice at Playboy Mansion: [Through an intercom] Listen, this is the Playboy Mansion, not a hotel.
E.B.: [Looking into a map] I know, but it says 'Since 1971 the Playboy Mansion has been home to many sexy bunnies.'
Voice at Playboy Mansion: I can't even see you. Step closer.
E.B.: [Stepping closer, face still in map] I'm just saying, I am a bunny and am incredibly sexy.
Voice at Playboy Mansion: I don't have time for this.
[Clicks intercom off]
E.B.: Hello? Hello? Ugh, this must the rags part of my rags-to-riches story.
Mrs. Beck: You're writing a novel? What's that about?
Fred O'Hare: It's, ah, it's about a crippled soldier, who in the future goes to another planet, and becomes one of the indigenous people who, ah, are blue, and live in a forest.
Mrs. Beck: That's not 'Avatar?'
Fred O'Hare: Okay, if this job interview is so important to you, I'll swing by.
Sam O'Hare: No, Fred, you don't swing by. You shower, you shave, and you show up. The three 'Sh's!'
E.B.: Fred, I think you and I got off on the wrong foot. You said some things, I flooded some things. Let's start over, okay?
E.B.: [after Fred talks to a Chinese Woman] What'd she say? Was it about me?
Fred O'Hare: She thinks Easter is cool. Talking rabbits freaks her out.
E.B.: Hey, wait. You're not surprised I'm a talking rabbit.
David Hasselhoff: Little man, my best friend is a talking car.