Adrian Boswell: [Adrian confronts Julie about Billy] I say it's going to be difficult talking to you.
Julie: At least you come out with the predictable Boswell bore.
Adrian Boswell: You man not know this. But, I am a poet.
Julie: Oh! God! Rhyming bore.
Adrian Boswell: I am concerned about our Billy. He's a very unhappy person. He keeps coming from here to sit at our table with tears in his eyes and a loud strangling voice. Sometimes he spends whole meal times with his head in his pudding.
Julie: It's the way he's been brought up.
Adrian Boswell: I know her tends to be a bit boring and sometimes his mouth produces extraordinary farmyard sounds. But, he is a heart a good lad.
Julie: Every since your mom started carrying a telephone around in her apron pocket instead of him. He's been suffering from deprivation.
Adrian Boswell: I suppose my real mission is to ask you to be kind to him. At least over Christmas and I'm trying to ignore the little acid remarks you keep making about my mom.
Julie: I hate you're mom and your family.
Adrian Boswell: I realize that you're divorced. But, Billy is very vulnerable.
Julie: I hate the way you all glide about together like a little shoal of tadpoles.
Adrian Boswell: He's deeply affected by the things you say and do to him. He is at this moment... .
Julie: You think you're a superior version of the human race?
Adrian Boswell: He is at this moment lying on his bed weeping because of something...
Julie: Can you leave my house please? I am cooking. Cleaning and all the other mundane tasks to do and it's your brother and your mother would have bestowed upon me.
Adrian Boswell: You think you can reduce me to the same pathetic condition that you reduce Billy, don't you? Well! I intend to sit here young lady until I have said what I want to say and until YOU HAVE SAT DOWN AND LISTENED!