Blanche: I'm going to have to meet men lying down. Sophia: I thought you did.
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Barry Fanaro
Barry Fanaro is an American writer of television and feature films. Fanaro graduated Magna Cum Laude with a dual major from Mercer University, Macon Georgia. He also has an MFA from NYU's Tisch Graduate School of Film and Television. In the early 80's he was a performing member of The Groundling's Improv Theater Group. Fanaro went on to write/produce over 250 episodes, pilots and original series for network television. He is best known for serving as writer/executive producer of The Golden Girls during its first four seasons. He and writing partner, Mort Nathan, were nominated for four Emmy's and won two Emmy's for Outstanding Writing and Best Comedy Show, Producer. Fanaro was also nominated for two Writers Guild of America Awards and won for Best Writer in 1987. He has three Golden Globes for Best Comedy/Variety Show. In the 90's Fanaro turned his attention to feature film
Blanche: Well, what do you know? Sophia has a past! Sophia: That's right! But unlike yours, I didn't need penicillin to get through it.
Rose: I wonder why Italian men are so romantic. Dorothy: It’s the tight pants, Rose.
My son married a welder. Too bad she didn't weld his zipper shut. They got ten kids they can't afford.
Blanche: He analyzed my dream. Dorothy: What dream? Blanche: Oh, that recurring dream I have where I'm running naked through a train that keeps going through tunnel after tunnel while a sweaty bodybuilder chases me. He said he thinks it's sexual. Dorothy: He thinks? For God's sake, Blanche, you…
The world can really kick your ass. I only have a VAGUE recollection of when it wasn’t kickin’ mine.
Roy: What about a gross of fluorescent condoms for the novelty machine in the men’s room? I mean, those are fun even when you’re alone. Lancaster Bowl Manager: Yeah. Roy: You get it? Lancaster Bowl Manager: [impatiently, trying to read his Asian Brides magazine] Yeah! Roy: This is like the hula hoop…
Man in bowling alley: Come on, boy. Bowl! Roy: The name’s not boy. It’s Roy. [makes a spare] Roy Munson.
Take that, you freaky piece of shit. You don’t mow another guy’s lawn.
Ishmael: You been drinking, Mr. Munson? Roy: I don’t puke when I drink. I puke when I don’t.
McKnight Bowl Bartender: So, you two are dictionary salesmen? Roy: You would be punctilious in assuming that.
ESPN Announcer: So Roy, where have you been for the last fifteen years? Roy: Well, I uh, well, ya see, I uh...drinking. Lot a drinking. ESPN Announcer: I see. Well, are you still drinking? Roy: No. I uh...I put...uh...why, you buying?
That coffee wasn’t even hot. [takes a sip of coffee] Now, that’s hot.