Something to Talk About (1995)
Georgia King: What on earth was he thinking of?
Emma Rae: Prob'ly the same thing he was thinkin' with.
[Emma Rae knees Eddie in the groin]
Emma Rae: Grace, the lying cheating sack of shit is here.
Eddie Bichon: [on the floor] Can't... breathe...
Grace: Oh, my God. Emma Rae, what did you do?
Emma Rae: Well, you said to keep him busy. He's busy holding his nuts.
Grace: Oh, my God. Eddie, are you all right?
Eddie Bichon: No!
Grace: Help me get him up.
Eddie Bichon: No! You stay the hell over there!
Emma Rae: Don't worry. I wouldn't walk that far to help you up.
Grace: My God, Emma Rae. What is the matter with you?
Emma Rae: Consider it a blow for your dignity.
Grace: What is dignified about kicking somebody in the balls?
Emma Rae: Well, I feel better.
Eddie Bichon: Em, Emma Rae.
Emma Rae: Are you addressing me?
Eddie Bichon: Yes.
Emma Rae: Well lick it, put a stamp on it, and mail it to someone who gives a shit.
Wyly King: I may have fooled around a little bit, but I've never cheated.
Eddie Bichon: If you didn't want to get married why did you?
Grace: Why'd you ask me?
Eddie Bichon: Why'd I ask you?
Grace: Yeah, you're the one who hasn't even stopped dating yet!
Grace: Emma Rae, I have a cookbook to put out, and a daughter to raise, and the God damn winter Grand Prix. And I just don't have time for the nervous breakdown I deserve, so please, don't ask me to stop and think!
Grace: Oh don't you lay that on me! I have orgasms everyday I've just gotten so use to having them when you're not in the room.
Eddie Bichon: Well that's just GREAT!
Wyly King: You know you were lucky to get her the first time.
Eddie Bichon: It was a damn miracle.
Wyly King: Son, I guess you're right. I don't know my ass from Bakersfield. Or is it shit from Shinola?
Jamie Johnson: Either way.
Grace: Yeah, I just want to ask how many people here has NOT had sex with my husband?
Aunt Rae: It's just a man on a horse baby, just a man on a horse.
Wyly King: You understand what I'm saying?
Grace: I think so.
Grace: You're telling me that if I just, eat shit politely with a knife and fork, and just learn to swallow the handfuls of bullshit that he serves up to me then everything will be just a-okay. Is that it daddy? I mean that's what you're saying isn't it daddy? I mean isn't-
[spills food, gets up and walks away]
Emma Rae: [to Grace, about Eddie] You married a guy whose nickname in college was Hound Dog. What did you expect was going to happen?