Richard: Karen, why are you doing this?
Karen: I was constipated.
Richard: Oh, you liar!
Karen: Don't tell mom and dad, Richard.
Richard: Why shouldn't I? Why shouldn't I tell them? You are ruining my life!
Karen: If you do, I'll tell them about you and your "private" life.
Richard: You say one word to them, one fucking word...
Richard: Karen, wake up. Come on, we've got fifteen minutes.
[discovers laxatives by Karen's bed]
Richard: What are you doing with these?
Karen: Oh, I'm so sleepy.
Richard: How many laxatives did you take?
Karen: I hardly remember.
Richard: What are you trying to do? Ruin both our careers? Now, get up. Drink some coffee. Now, come on! We've got fifteen minutes! Redo your makeup! You're a mess!