Paul: Your eyes are amazing do you know that? You should never shut them, not even at night.
Connie Sumner: Be happy for this moment, this moment is you life.
Charlie: What's 'accountable'? Is that like people eating people?
Connie Sumner: I think this was a mistake.
Paul: There is no such thing as a mistake. There are things you do, and things you don't do.
Connie Sumner: Edward... did you hurt him? You did, didn't you? Jesus, Edward. Talk to me. Tell me what you did.
Edward Sumner: No. You tell me what you did.
Connie Sumner: Talk to me. Tell me what you did.
Edward Sumner: No, you tell me what you did! How you fucked him over and over and over, you lied to me over and over and over.
Connie Sumner: Edward, please.
Edward Sumner: No, you don't talk to me now. I gave everything... for this family. Everything... and what did you do? You threw it all away like it was nothing. For what? To a fucking kid! You didn't think I'd know? I wouldn't feel it? I knew it from the very first day! Because I know you, Connie. I know you, and I fucking hate you! I didn't want to kill him, I wanted to kill you!
Connie Sumner: [pauses] Oh, my God.
Connie Sumner: We could end this now and nobody would get hurt
Paul: I'd get hurt.
Tracy: Having an affair is nothing like taking a pottery class.
Sally: Could be.
Tracy: No. It would start out like that, and then, um, something would happen. Someone, uh, finds out, or someone falls in love, and it ends disastrously. It always ends disastrously.
Bill Stone: Wait. Wait a minute. You're telling me about family? Well, you don't know the first goddamn thing about it. Why don't you take a look at your own fucking family, Ed? Take a goddamn look at that.
Tracy: Do you think she's had work?
Sally: Why would she have had work? She still looks gorgeous.
Tracy: Well, that's when they're having it now, before it all turns to shit.
Paul: We take Medicard...
Constance: I'm uninsured.
Paul: I'm sorry, we don't take charity cases here.
[closes the door, and then opens it again]
Paul: [laughing] It was a joke.
Paul: [reading from a Braille book] "My mother makes me chicken. Her chicken makes me cough. I wish that when she made it, she at least took the feathers off."
Charlie: Dad, look what I can do. I've been practicing
[Makes fart noise with armpit]
Connie Sumner: We can spend the rest of our lives on that beach, and when we die we can just push out to sea. What do you think?
Edward Sumner: Perfect, sounds perfect.
Connie Sumner: [Dancing] I have to warn you - I tend to lead.
Paul: Of course, you're an American.