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: That Stradivarius is worth over a million dollars! Tom Wingo
: Well, if I drop it, it won't be worth shit. Susan Lowenstein
: Don't do it, Tom. Tom Wingo
: Apologize to your wife, Herbert. Herbert Woodruff
: You're bluffing. Tom Wingo
: I may be, but its a powerful bluff, isn't it, asshole?
[Tom throws fiddle high in the air
] Herbert Woodruff
] I'm sorry, Susan!
[Tom catches fiddle
] Tom Wingo
: Sincerity becomes you, Herbie. Now apologize to me for your unforgivable breach of etiquette at the dinner table tonight, you possum-bred cocksucker. Herbert Woodruff
: I'm very sorry, Tom.
: I've gotta find me a nice Jewish boy. You guys are killing me.
: So you feel your mother betrayed you? Tom Wingo
: I was talking about my *wife*! Susan Lowenstein
] This is not about me! Susan Lowenstein
: Then, why are you so upset?
: How did you deal with his death? Tom Wingo
: I shut down like a broken motor. Susan Lowenstein
: Huh. And according to the Southern way, still no tears. Tom Wingo
] Oh, I cry sometimes, Lowenstein. I cry at weddings, at the Olympics. I'm real big at the national anthem. Susan Lowenstein
: But not over Luke? Tom Wingo
: What the hell for? It wouldn't bring him back. Susan Lowenstein
: No. But it might bring you back.
: It's the Southern Way; when things get too painful, we either avoid them or we laugh. Susan Lownstein
: When do you cry? Tom Wingo
] We don't.
: Just admit it. You love her more. Tom Wingo
: No. Not more, Lowenstein. Only longer.