Brooks Wilson: Sel, how come all teenage girls are sex maniacs?
Selma Wilson: Ha-ha-ha, there's only ONE sex maniac around here.
Brooks Wilson: Oh, yeah? Then, how come a little kid like Marianne is just aching for me? A guy, twice her age.
Selma Wilson: Three times her age. She doesn't know you're alive.
Selma Wilson: You know what she called me in the car?
Selma Wilson: Grandpa.
Brooks Wilson: Mr. Wilson. Twice, she called me Mr. Wilson.
Selma Wilson: Oh, she's obsessed all right.
Brooks Wilson: Practically begging me to take her to the Gates of Ecstasy.
Selma Wilson: Oh, hmm, Mr. Wilson, take me to the Gates of Ecstasy, will you? Marianne doesn't want it. I certainly could use it.