Sanford and Son is more than just a name. It's a condition, a dynasty, an empire. This here is the finest pile of junk of the world.
Junk runs in the family. My granddad was a junk man in St. Louis and so was my uncle.
I ain't from Africa. I'm from St. Louis.
What's an archive, son? Is that anything like a closet?
Certain things should be yours to have when you work your way to the top.
Beauty may be skin deep, but ugly goes clear to the bone.