RICHARD: Honey, tell Frank why you're doing your dance routine.
FRANK: Olive. Why are you doing a dance routine?
OLIVE: For Little Miss Crab-Cakes.
FRANK: A-ha! Just as I suspected...!
SHERYL: Honey, tell him what Little Miss Crab-Cakes is.
OLIVE: Little Miss Crab-Cakes is a beauty contest for everyone in Maryland. But you have to be six or seven years old and you have to be a girl.
SHERYL: Don't look at me! This is Jeff anf the new step-Mom. It's big down in Florida.
FRANK: So what do you think your chances are?
OLIVE: I think I can win. 'Cause a lot of the new girls -- they don't have the experience.
RICHARD: Now there's no sense in entering a contest if you don't think you're gonna win. Now, do you think you can win Little Miss Sunshine? Yes or no, Olive. Are you gonna win?
RICHARD: We're goin' to Florida!
GRANDPA: Can I give you some advice? I'll do it anyway. I don't want you making the same mistakes I did when I was young.
RICHARD: Great. I can't wait to hear this.
GRANDPA: Dwayne? This is the voice of experience talking. Are you listening? Kid: Fuck a lot of women. Not just one woman. A lot of women. You're young...
RICHARD: Dad, I'm going to pull over...
GRANDPA: So pull over! You're not gonna shut me up! Fuck you! I lived 80 years! You're like those fucker at Sunset Village...!
FRANK: What happened at Sunset Village?
SHERYL: Frank, don't encourage him.
GRANDPA: I'll tell you what happened! I pay my money, they let me in. I should be able to do what the fuck I want!
SHERYL: He started snorting heroin.
FRANK: You started snorting heroin?!
GRANDPA: I'm eighty!
FRANK: You know, that stuff'll kill you.
GRANDPA: What am I, an idiot? And don't you get ideas. When you're young, you're crazy to do that shit.
FRANK: What about you?
GRANDPA: Me?! I'm old! You get to be me age -- you're crazy not to do it.
FRANK: So I take it you didn't like it at Sunset Village?
GRANDPA: Are you kidding? Fucking paradise there! They cook for you. Clean for you. You got golf. A pool. Now I'm stuck with Mr. Happy here, sleeping on a sofa!
FRANK: Aren't there other places?
SHERYL: He keeps getting kicked out. Sunset was number four.
GRANDPA: Hey, listen: I know you're a homo, but... You go to one of these place? There's four women for every guy. What does that say to you?
FRANK: You must've been pretty busy.
GRANDPA: Oh, man. They were knockin' on my door day and night! It was almost too much! If I didn't have those little fuckin' blue pills... Forget about it!
OLIVE: What are you guys talking about?