Bootsie Carp: You've never fooled me! You're nothing but trash washed over the Canadian border.
Lance Sussman: Buster, if you want any singin' outta me, you better haul out that bratwurst and spread some mustard on it.
Angela Arden: I'm in no mood for your patented brand of bitchery, missy.
Edith Sussman: What kind of a crazy world is this? My father's dead and my mother's gigolo shows up ready for some hot action.
Angela Arden: Sweetie? Sweetie, these angels need to be walked.
Edith Sussman: Translation: Get the hell out of here so I could be shrew to your father in private.
