- Michael Potter: [to crowd observing Phil's anxiety attack] Anybody have a Valium?
- [everyone in crowd reaches into purses and pockets]
- Marilyn Holmberg: What do you want?
- Phil Potter: I want us to live together. I want us to get married. I want us to have children together. I want us to put our teeth in the same cup. I want us buried together in a family plot with one headstone. What do you want?
- Marilyn Holmberg: I want a separate cup for my teeth.
- Little Girl: Mommy, she said the F word!
- Marilyn Holmberg: [to Phil] Keep the fuck away from me! So help me, I've got a knife and I'll cut your fucking balls off!