Dribbles: How's your little girl? Why don't you bring her in here more often?
Sally: Why? So you can undress her with your eyes? For Christ's sake, she's only six years old.
Dribbles: I know, but I just like to play with her. I wish I was a little girl.
Sally: Well, throw a goddamn penny in a fountain and make a goddamn wish and maybe it'll come true.
Aunt Ida: Oh, Ernie! Have another pretzel for Chrissakes! Wait 'til you meet my little Gater. You two are gonna fall right in love.
Ernie: My dear, I hope so. Are you sure he's gay?
Aunt Ida: Well I just use common sense. I mean, if they're smart they're queer, and if they're stupid they're straight, right Earnie? Are you sure you won't have another pretzel?
Ernie: I'm sure, Miss Thing, I'm sure. Pretzels give you plaque.
Dawn Davenport: Davenport. Dawn Davenport! I'm a thief and a shitkicker, and, uh, I'd like to be famous.