Throw Momma from the Train

Owen:
Where are you going?

Larry:
I'm gonna kill the b*tch. You want something?

Owen:
Get me a chunky.

Momma:
Owen! Food!

Owen:
In a minute, Momma.

Momma:
Don't you "In a minute, Momma" me! Get off your fat little ass or I'll break it for you! I want two soft boiled eggs, white toast, and some of that grape jelly god damn it! And don't burn the toast!

Owen:
Kill her, Larry.

Momma:
He's trying to kill me! I asked for the salted nuts. He brought me the unsalted nuts. The unsalted nuts make me choke!

Momma:
Who the HELL are you?

Larry:
I'm Owen's friend.

Momma:
Owen doesn't have a friend!

Larry:
That's because he's shy.

Momma:
No he's not. He's fat and he's stupid!

Larry:
One little murder and you are Jack the Ripper.

Momma:
Your friend had an accident, he's dead! You go bowling and leave a corpse to take care of me!

Owen:
He's dead?

Momma:
See for yourself.

Owen:
Larry! My friend, my friend... Larry!

Momma:
"My friend! My friend!" You big crybaby. Go bury him in the yard before he stinks up the place.

Larry:
Look what you did! You killed my wife.

Owen:
No, I didn't... Yes, I did.

Larry:
You're a sick man, Owen. You need care and I'm taking you to the police.

Owen:
Did you know that Hawaii is a series of islands that was all spit up by the same volcano? I never knew that.

Larry:
You killed somebody! You killed a person. You're a murderer. You took a life!

Owen:
You're right. You're right, I'm no good. How could I do that? I'm a sick pers... cows! (points at passing billboard)

Larry:
Remember, a writer writes always.

Larry:
Fate makes you impotent, Love makes you crazy, somewhere in the middle you can survive.

Larry:
She's not a woman. She's the Terminator.

Larry:
Class dismissed. I have an enormous head ache in my eye.

Momma:
Get out of my way, you black bastard!

Larry:
What?

Larry:
Next is "Murder at My Friend Harry's" by Owen... Lift. "Chapter one: The night was humid."

Larry:
Class dismissed. I have a terrible headache in my eye.

Momma:
Holy Sh*t! What a dream I was having! Louis Armstrong was trying to kill me!

Owen:
Momma! You're alive!

Owen:
Old people - you have to reassure them sometimes.

Larry:
The night was dry, yet it was raining.

The old switcheroo

Momma:
"We don't have a cousin Patty"

Owen:
"You lied to me"