“Uncle knows best. -All the Lost Boys”
“Uncle knows best.”
“You know what happens to girls who loves lost boys? They become lost themselves.”
“I was a teenage boy once too, you know," Uncle Mort said, popping back up. "I know what your brain looks like. It's a three-ring circus in there.”
“You like him because he's a lost boy. Believe me, I've seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.”
“But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.”