Scott Bartlett: So are we really going to like do it?
Adrianna Bragg: Do you really think we should talk about it?
Brenda Bartlett: I don't love you anymore... I hate the way you smell... the way you brush your teeth... the way you eat your fucking food... that shit eating grin on your face all the time, ugh, it makes me sick... and I won't spend another night in bed with you... you make me sick to my stomach.
Scott Bartlett: Maybe you should've had a girl, they tell their mothers everything.
Brenda Bartlett: Maybe you should have asked God for a mother who doesn't care about her children.
Charlie Bragg: You're turning down a piece of ass?
Scott Bartlett: You know, they say no matter where you are on Long Island, you can always hear the train. Can't get far enough away.
Adrianna Bragg: What are you, Walt Whitman now?
Mickey Bartlett: So you're telling me you weren't happy on your wedding day either?
Brenda Bartlett: Telling me you felt trapped minutes before the ceremony didn't exactly bring a fucking smile to my face.
Mickey Bartlett: I was talking about the tux.
Brenda Bartlett: Oh, so this is all just some big misunderstanding then?
Scott Bartlett: What did you hear?
Adrianna Bragg: I heard you fingered me and it was like the inside of a jelly donut. Uch, Scott, that is so disgusting.
Brenda Bartlett: Mick he knows.
Mickey Bartlett: Knows what?
Brenda Bartlett: That you're a mother fucker... literally.
Mickey Bartlett: What kind of shit is that to say?
Brenda Bartlett: Well, you do fuck mothers, don't you?
Mickey Bartlett: Man, you can take the girl out of Queens, am I right?
