Owen:
Where are you going?
Larry:
I'm gonna kill the bitch. You want something?
Owen:
Could you get me a Chunky?
Momma:
Owen! Food!
Owen:
In a minute, Momma.
Momma:
Don't you "In a minute, Momma" me! Get off your fat little ass or I'll break it for you! I want two soft boiled eggs, white toast, and some of that grape jelly god damn it! And don't burn the toast!
Owen:
Kill her, Larry.
Momma:
He's trying to kill me! I asked for the salted nuts. He brought me the unsalted nuts. The unsalted nuts make me choke!
Momma:
Who the HELL are you?
Larry:
I'm Owen's friend.
Momma:
Owen doesn't have a friend!
Larry:
That's because he's shy.
Momma:
No he's not. He's fat and he's stupid!
Larry:
One little murder and I'm Jack the Ripper.
Momma:
Your friend had an accident, he's dead! You go bowling and leave a corpse to take care of me!
Owen:
He's dead?
Momma:
See for yourself.
Owen:
Larry! My friend, my friend... Larry!
Momma:
"My friend! My friend!" You big crybaby. Go bury him in the yard before he stinks up the place.
Mrs. Hazeltine:
[
reading her manuscript] His guts oozed nice, like a melted malted.
Larry:
You killed my wife, Owen!
Owen:
No, I didn't... Yes, I did.
Larry:
You're a sick man, Owen. You need care and I'm taking you to the police.
Owen:
Did you know that Hawaii is a series of islands that was all spit up by the same volcano? I never knew that.
Larry:
You killed somebody! You killed a person. You're a murderer. You took a life!
Owen:
You're right. You're right, I'm no good. How could I do that? I'm a sick pers... cows!
[
points at passing billboard]
Larry:
Remember, a writer writes always.
Larry:
Hate makes you impotent, Love makes you crazy, somewhere in the middle you can survive.
[
Larry's been hit in the groin by Momma's cane]
Larry:
[
in pain] She's not a woman, she's The Terminator.
[
Momma sees Larry for the first time]
Momma:
Who the hell is this?
Owen:
Oh, this is Cousin Paddy. He's coming to stay with us a while. Isn't that nice?
Momma:
[
suspiciously] We don't *have* a "Cousin Paddy".
Owen:
[
to Larry] You lied to me!
[
Owen knocks Larry out with a frying pan to the head]
Larry:
Class dismissed. I have an enormous head ache in my eye.
Momma:
Get out of my way, you black bastard!
Larry:
What?
[
Larry is reading stories to the class]
Larry:
Next is "Murder at My Friend Harry's" by Owen... Lift. "Chapter one: The night was humid."
[
Closes the paper]
Larry:
Class dismissed. I have a terrible headache in my eye.
Momma:
Holy Shit! What a dream I was having! Louis Armstrong was trying to kill me!
Owen:
Momma! You're alive!
[
to police]
Owen:
Old people - you have to reassure them.
Larry:
The night was dry, yet it was raining.
Owen:
[
Larry has driven his car off the road and it's going downhill through a load of bushes. Sat next to him in the passenger seat is Owen] This is good. It's like the Flintstones car wash.
Owen:
Larry! I can't breath!
Larry:
Yes! That's because I'm choking you!
Mr. Pinsky, Creative Writing Student:
It's a coffee table book.
Larry:
[
talking at Margaret Donner on TV] It's my life, Margaret. It's MY life and I want it back!
Mrs. Hazeltine:
It's whacking material!
Mr. Pinsky, Creative Writing Student:
Isn't that literature?
Owen:
Why not?
Larry:
Because I'm not a killer, Owen! I can't just wrap my hands around someone's neck and squeeze the life out of them!
Owen:
Well at least meet her. Maybe she'd be someone you'd like to kill.
Larry:
[
referring to Owen's lousy murer mystery paper] It wasn't motivated.
Owen:
Sure it was. The guy in the hat killed the other guy in the hat.
Mrs. Hazeltine:
"Dive... DIVE" yelled the captain through the thing. So the captain pressed a button, or something, and it dove. And the enemy was foiled again!
Larry:
[
on the phone with Owen from Hawaii] Owen, what the hell did you do to my wife?
Owen:
Ehh, I don't want to say over the phone. All I can tell ya is that I killed her last night.
[
hangs up]
Rosey:
He called her a very bad name, and said "I hate her! I wish she were dead!"
Beth Ryan:
He didn't do it!
Police Sergeant:
Well then who do you suppose did?
Beth Ryan:
[
after a pause to think] Somebody else!
Lester:
[
discussing Larry's stalled book] Man, you been on "The night was...” for six months!
Larry:
Takes place in the Yukon.
Lester:
[
On why he thinks Larry didn't kill his ex-wife] All his life, Larry never did... anything.
Larry:
[
last line, while they are snorkeling out through the surf] Keep going a little further Owen, maybe somebody'll harpoon you!
Momma:
[
On the train] I'm getting the hell out of here.
[
Stands up and walks off]
Momma:
Too god damn sultry in here.
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