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Caroline:
How can we both be in the marriage and I'm miserable and you're content?

Lloyd:
Luck?

Gus:
From now on, the only person who gets to yell is me. Why? Because I have a gun. People with guns get to do whatever they want. Married people without guns - for instance - you - DO NOT get to yell. Why? NO GUNS! No guns, no yelling. See? Simple little equation.

Lloyd:
You know, you and my wife have a lot in common. You both think you have some right to life working out the way you want it to, and when it doesn't, you get to act the way you want. The only trouble with that is someone has to be responsible. I'd love to run around and take classes and play with my inner-self! I'd love the freedom to be some pissed-off criminal with no responsibilities, except I don't have the time! But you don't see me with a gun. And you don't see me sleeping with someone else. You think my life turned out the way I wanted because I live in this house? You think every morning I wake up, look in the mirror and say "Gee I'm glad I'm me and not some 19-year-old billionaire rockstar with the body of an athelete and a 24-hour erection!" No I don't! So just excuse the sh*t out of me!

Caroline:
I had this dream...

Lloyd:
Do we have to do dreams?

Caroline:
I'm in this restaurant, and the waiter brings me my entree. It was a salad. It was Lloyd's head on a plate of spinach with his penis sticking out of his ear. And I said, "I didn't order this." And the waiter said, "Oh you must try it, it's a delicacy. But don't eat the penis, it's just garnish."

Dr. Wong:
Lloyd, what do you think about the dream?

Lloyd:
I think she should stop telling it at dinner parties to all our friends.

Gus:
You know what this family needs? A mute.

Rose:
You're a "Wong"?

Gus:
Well, my mother was Irish.

Rose:
And your father?

Gus:
Wasn't.

Lloyd:
You know what I'm going to get you next Christmas, Mom? A big wooden cross, so that every time you feel unappreciated for your sacrifices, you can climb on up and nail yourself to it.

Gus:
You know what, lady? I'd like to tie you to the back of a f***ing truck.

Rose:
You don't have the balls.

Lloyd:
Don't do it; it's not worth it.

Gus:
I f***ing hate her, Lloyd!

Lloyd:
I know, I know.

Gus:
What is the matter with you? I thought Mothers were sweet and nice a-a-and Patient. Your husband ain't dead, lady. He's hiding.

Gus:
Connecticut is the fifth ring of hell.

Gus:
I hijacked my f***ing parents.

Lloyd:
Caroline, the day you see anything through to the end, I'll stick my own dick in my ear.

Lloyd:
I suppose you'll use this drama as a reason to have another affair. I feel sorry for the next delivery man that comes to this house!

John Chasseur:
Mom, the TV's broken. What are we gonna do all night?

Connie Chasseur:
Celebrate the birth of Christ!

Gus:
I have a gun, it's loaded, shut up.

Lloyd:
Excuse me! Excuse me! EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME!

Lloyd:
If you don't mind, the "corpse" *STILL* has the floor!

Gus:
Look kid... what I do, running around, stealing stuff, may sound great when you're fourteen years old, but it sucks just a little bit when you're thirty-five. No house. No family. I got a partner who's fifty... he still can't understand why they took "Happy Days" off the air.

Rose:
Sounds too sweet!

Caroline:
Then don't eat it! (Throws pie down on the table)

Gus:
Sit down Connie.

Connie Chasseur:
Excuse me, but I am not one of your patients.

Gus:
You're gonna be somebody's patient if you don't get your ass back down in that chair.

John Chasseur:
Wow!

Gus:
I swear to God, you hit that kid one more time and I will stik that pig's head right up your ass!

Connie Chasseur:
Gary, are you gonna let him talk to me like that?

Gary Chasseur:
Well, he is a doctor.

Gus:
The Army? What the f***? What am I, Oswald, here?

Caroline:
You're the one who suffocated him with limitations. Our son's a very sensative, creative...

Lloyd:
Juvenile delinquent.

Caroline:
...boy. He has the kind of imagination...

Lloyd:
That the mafia gives scholarships for.

Gus:
Caroline and Loyd, will get the coffee and deserts then we'll be opening presents.

Connie Chasseur:
We can't open presents til midnight.

Gus:
Why not?

Connie Chasseur:
Because it's not Christmas until midnight!

Gus:
We'll be changing the rules, a little bit. We are opening the presents now. Not later, now. Why? We're adults, and we can open our presents. WHENEVER WE WANT!

Lloyd:
Coffee, Mom?

Rose Chasseur:
Is it real coffee? Or some Scandinavian Christmas potion?

Caroline:
He sounded upset.

Gus:
He should be. He's going to die a horrible f***ing death.

Lloyd:
What's your name?

Gus:
F*** you, that's my name.

Murray:
Gus?

Gus:
What?

Murray:
When are we gonna open presents?

Gus:
Presents? Is that what you said? Presents? We'll open them when we get there. No, in fact, I'll save you the trouble. Your present is a giant f***ing can. And you're gonna crawl in it. Then I'm gonna get 2 pounds of gunpowder and I'm gonna shoot you right out of Jersey! And then I'm gonna drive to Jersey, and pick up all the parts of your body and put them in a plastic bag. Then I'm gonna drive to my house with you in the bag and toss you into the fireplace. I'm gonna get my glass of whiskey and watch the Charlie Brown special with your ashes burning and warming MY HOUSE! AGH!

Murray:
Gus?

Gus:
What?

Murray:
What's that smell?

Gus:
Shut up.

Lt. Huff:
It's urine.

Lt. Steve Milford:
Oh thank God. Phil thought it might be semen.

Lt. Huff:
Phil needs to talk to a therapist.

Lloyd:
She's my mother.

Gus:
She's a f***ing B*tch, Lloyd.

Lloyd:
You're not supposed to take sides.

Caroline:
No, no, no, thank you so much Gus. Finally somebody else sees.

Gus:
You'd have to be blind not to see.

Caroline:
That's not true. We had our own restaurant once. An Italian restaurant. Of course, I would have preferred French, but...

Gus:
What are we, girlfriends? Do I give a sh*t about this? No.

"What are we, girlfriends?"