Bette Altmann: Henry, what's going on?
Henry Altmann: We have to have sex, immediately! I don't have a lot of time.
Henry Altmann: My tombstone will say, "Henry Altmann, 1951 dash 2014." I never knew till now, it's not the dates that matter... it's the dash.
Sharon Gill: Dead prick.
Henry Altmann: Doctor cunt.
Sharon Gill: The important thing is, we find your brother and get him admitted to a hospital immediately. Make sure he remains calm and does nothing to raise his blood pressure.
Aaron Altmann: Like?
Sharon Gill: Anger.
Aaron Altmann: And you've met my brother?
Henry Altmann: What the hell are you doing? Drive on the sidewalk! I don't want to die behind a cement truck.
Henry Altmann: Anger is the only thing they left me. Anger is my refuge, it's my shield. Anger is my birthright.
Bette Altmann: Sex isn't some magic switch you pull just because you're feeling a momentary twinge of guilt.
Henry Altmann: Guilt! What guilt?
Bette Altmann: About being horrible.
Henry Altmann: Who said I was horrible?
Bette Altmann: Oh, I thought that part was obvious.
Bette Altmann: I wish you were dead.
Henry Altmann: Well, it's your lucky day.
