Mr. Alphonso: Psst. Where are you going?
Alice Spages: None of your business, fatso.
Mr. Alphonso: Uh, I'm not feeling well and stores don't deliver on Sundays.
[he makes fake coughing noises]
Mr. Alphonso: How would you like to go to the store for me, please?
[Alice walks off]
Mr. Alphonso: That little bitch.
Alice Spages: There's so much junk around this filthy place, I bet you never clean it. It smells like cats' piss.
Mrs. Tredoni: [Alice scares Mrs. Tredoni with a grinning mask] Oh, you nasty child! Out of my kitchen!
Aunt Annie DeLorenze: She's dead! Karen's dead! She's dead! Karen's dead!
Aunt Annie DeLorenze: Angela, stop eating! Haven't you had enough? Jim, help me clean up this mess. You don't need that drink!
Mr. Alphonso: [about Karen's funeral] I heard everyone leave. It's all over, huh? Well, you die and they put you in the ground. Such a shame. Such a pretty girl too. Too bad she was the one to end up in the box.
Alice Spages: My mother thought you could use some cake, fatty.
[hands him cake]
Mr. Alphonso: Thank your mother for me. Such a lovely lady. God always takes the pretty ones.
Catherine Spages: [about her ex-husband] I don't know why I'm so worried. I just can't imagine where he could be.
Mrs. Tredoni: Maybe you are afraid that God will send St. Michael to take another of your loved ones. When St. Michael took my little girl, I only thought of how cruel God was.
Catherine Spages: Mrs. Tredoni, I'm sorry. I never knew you had a little girl.
Mrs. Tredoni: God took her from me on the day of her first communion, don't you see? He waited until then to teach me that children pay for the sins of their parents. And then I was sent here to look after Father, not you!
[points butcher knife at catherine]
Mr. Alphonso: [to Alice who has brought a rent check from her mother to him] Give me that check!
Mr. Alphonso: [Alice crunches the check in her hands as he grabs it] You little bitch! Look what you've done to this check!
Mrs. Tredoni: [accusingly to priest] But you give it to the whore!