Thomas: Angela, I just wanted to be friends. I'm alone. I'm always alone. Why can't we just spend more time together? Angela?
[Angela starts walking away]
Thomas: Wait. Why? Why? Why can't we be friends? Huh? We can't we just spend Christmas together? Do you hear me, you stupid fucking cunt!
Thomas: How could you kill a poor, defenseless animal? Angela! You're really starting to piss me off!
Thomas: [yelling] Angela? You did fuck him didn't you? LIAR!
Thomas: Yeah, that way he can go back to his kids and his family, and you can go to your sister's, and I can stay here! In this parking lot! All by myself! 'Cause that's obviously what everybody wants!
Thomas: What kind of car does he drive?
Angela Bridges: I don't know.
Thomas: You don't know? You don't know what kind of car your fiancé drives?
Angela Bridges: A Toyota.
Thomas: A Toyota? Now, that is a fast car. He could be here any minute...
Angela Bridges: Yes, sir, I redrafted the contracts to include the new stipulations.