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: You remember the time though, when we went to Santa Barbara, and Mr. Anally Fixated over here got us kicked out of the hotel pool?
: I cannot speak of such things in front of the young lady. Marcy Runkle
: Why? She knows what a disgusting perv you are. Becca Moody
: I do. I made peace with it a long time ago. It doesn't mean you're not a nice man.
[about having sex with Karen
] Marcy Runkle
: I don't want to go where Hank has been. I mean, he probably left booby-traps up there like the Vietcong.
: What is a marriage if not an opportunity to mock someone through thick and thin while simultaneously exploring your deepest, darkest sexual desires?
: It's like disconnecting a bomb. I mean, there's all these wires and all down there, who knows which one you're supposed to cross, or pull... plus: the studies show that the female orgasm is like 99% mental - who has time for that! Karen
: OK, so - so that's good. So you want to go back to the 4-minute gruntfest thing, like in-out, done... Marcy Runkle
: Yeah Karen
: So you're done with the uh - the lesbetarian experiment... Marcy Runkle
: The grass is always greener, you know? Karen
: Uh-huh Marcy Runkle
: Isn't that how you got engaged to be buried?
: It's a Canadian diamond. Marcy
: Are they good with the diamonds, the Canadians? I thought just the bacon.
: You can have the ass if you want. Charlie Runkle
: You can keep it.
: You're dating our realter? Charlie Runkle
: If by dating you mean entering her on a semi-regular basis, then yes. Marcy Runkle
: Delightful. I'm so glad to hear the slut-parade continues.
: Did you see those hideous fucking creatures downstairs? I don't want one of those!