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.

I've been trying to get into the Royal Box in New York for years. They say I'm too dirty, my material is too blue. But I think Redd, the whites and blue can be a nice combination.

It's some chopped liver. That's Jewish soul food.

Certain things should be yours to have when you work your way to the top.

Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.

A girl's legs are her best friends...but even the best of friends must part.

What's an archive, son? Is that anything like a closet?