Arthur was born on May 25, 1987.
David: Is she gonna be all right, doctor?
Doctor: Yes. She has to push. Push-push-push-push-push. (finally, the baby pops out of Jane's stomach) Good job, Jane! Is it a boy or a girl?
David: It's a boy. We will name him Arthur.
Jane: I like it. Arthur it is.
David: It was Christmas on 1988. See my son? Arthur was wanting gifts.
Arthur: I want an old man's broom! (x3) I SAID I WANT AN OLD MAN'S BROOM!!
Jane: Sorry, Arthur. You can't.
Arthur: This is not fair, mom. I want it next year.
Jane: Well, all right.
Mr. Ratburn: Okay, class. At snack time, would you like milk and cookies?
Buster: Yeah-yeah. I would!
Arthur: No! No, Buster! I would take milk and cookies!
Mr. Ratburn: Arthur?!
Arthur: Um, yes, Mr. Ratburn?
Mr. Ratburn: That's not the right way to share milk and cookies.
Arthur: Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Ratburn. That is not sharing.
Mr. Ratburn: Maybe you will share milk and cookies next week.
Arthur: Okay. (sighs)
David: (gasps) Look, Jane! A tornado!
Jane: Yikes! (the tornado picks Arthur's parents away)
David and Jane: AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!
Arthur: Oh, no! Mom! Dad! (sighs) I think they're dead.
(R.I.P.: Jane and David (1963 - 1991))
Arthur: I have my foster parents. Their names are Winifred and Cedric.
Winifred: Hello, Arthur.
Cedric: Hiya, son. (chuckles)
Arthur: And this is my baby sister, D.W.
D.W.: Hi, Arthur. I'm D.W.
Arthur: My foster dad goes to jail for 555 million years. Then my new foster dad comes from United Kingdom. His name is Gaylord.
Gaylord: Hello. (chuckles)
Arthur: And my foster mom doesn't go to jail for 555 million years.
Gaylord: (in British accent) You've understood a word?
Arthur: Yes, dad.
Winifred: Arthur, meet my new husband Gaylord. My old husband Cedric goes to jail, but I don't.
Arthur: Dad, is your wife having a baby?
Gaylord: Yes, Arthur. See? Your baby sister. Her name is Abigail.
Arthur: Oh! Abigail has the same beginning letter as me!
Arthur: My younger sister D.W. sings a lot of songs. Wanna listen?
D.W.: (singing) La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la!
Gaylord: All right, D.W. No more singing or you're grounded for 60 days.
D.W.: Grounded for 60 days? And no more singing? That's not fair.
Gaylord: Go to bed! You're so grounded for life!
Arthur: Aw, poor D.W.
Arthur: I love candy! (x11)
Gaylord: Arthur! Go to your room and no candy for 90 billion and one years!
Arthur: NO! (x8) I WANT MORE AND MORE CANDY!! BWAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!
August 23, 2012