Alice Baring: There's something I've always wanted to tell you. You smell like horseshit.
Jackson Baring: You do make a better impression with your clothes off.
Martha Baring: I want this lying bitch out of my house.
Helen: There's only room for one of those.
Martha Baring: Now, why can't you just be sensible. Leave your life and your work and your friends and move in here with a controlling old woman, and a big ranch of horse shit.
Helen: You're not that old.
Doctor: It was smart of you to tell him you were pregnant.
Debbie: Yeah, most men run when they hear that.