George: I used to drink brandy.
Martha: You used to drink bergen, too.
Martha: I looked at you tonight and you weren't there... And I'm gonna howl it out, and I'm not gonna give a damn what I do and I'm gonna make the biggest god-damn explosion you've ever heard.
George: Try and I'll beat you at your own game.
Martha: Is that a threat George, huh?
George: It's a threat, Martha.
Martha: You're gonna get it, baby.
George: Be careful Martha. I'll rip you to pieces.
Martha: You're not man enough. You haven't the guts.
George: Total war.
Martha: Total.
George: Good. Better. Best. Bested.
George: So, where are these people, this good looking young professor and his slim hipped wife? What did they do? Go home and get some sleep first?
