Misery1990

Annie:
The swearing, Paul. There, I said it.

Paul:
The, uh, profanity bothers you?

Annie:
It has no nobility.

Paul:
These are slum kids, I was a slum kid. Everybody talks like that.

Annie:
THEY DO NOT! What do you think I say when I go to the feedstore in town, "Oh, now Wally, give me a bag of that F-in' pig feed, and ten pounds of that bitchly cow corn"? And at the bank, do I tell Mrs. Bollinger, "Oh, here's one big bastard of a check, give me some of your Christ-ing money?" [spills soup on Paul's bed] THERE, LOOK THERE, SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO! I'm sorry.