Norman: You like that word, don't you? Bullshit. Billy Ray: Yeah. Norman: It's a good word.
Bill Ray: Well, how does it feel to turn eighty? Norman: Twice as bad as it did turning forty.
Ethel: That son of a bitch happens to be my husband.
Norman: "Ethel Thayer." It sounds like I'm lisping, doesn't it?
Ethel: Come here, Norman. Hurry up. The loons! The loons! They're welcoming us back.
Ethel: You know, Norman, you really are the sweetest man in the world, but I'm the only one who knows it.
Norman: There's someone at the door. Ethel: It's me, you old poop.
Billy Ray: So, I heard you turned 80 today. Norman: Is that what you heard? Billy Ray: Yeah. Man, that's really old. Norman: You should meet my father. Billy Ray: Your father's still alive? Norman: No, but you should meet him.
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