Annie: Oh, and give my regards to Schwartzman and Heineken.
Annie: I don't belong here, I feel it, don't you think I feel it. I can't do any of these vile things and I wouldn't want to. Oh, my life is like death. My children are the spawn of hell, and you're the devil. Oh God.
Dean Proffitt: But baby, we like you.
Joanna Stayton/Annie Proffitt: Try to understand, Grant, I don't love you anymore.
Grant Stayton: What's love got to do with marriage?
Joanna: Thank you Dean! Thank you for bringing me here and making a wife, and a mother and WHY DID you DO that?