Married with Children1987

Al:
Marcy, I'm saying this as a friend. Your body shows no signs of womanhood; it's obvious to me you're barren. And even if by some miracle you laid an egg, and then hatched a child, and tried to breast-feed, the poor kid would starve to death. Because, let's face it Marce, there can't be enough in there for a cup of coffee. So having said that - with love - from one friend to another, I offer you the son you'll never have. Let me go get his clothes.

[starts to leave]

Marcy Rhoades D'Arcy:
Oh, Al, I couldn't possibly accept anything from you. Instead, let me give you something... ten fingers of death!

[throttles him]

Marcy Rhoades D'Arcy:
I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!

[Jefferson pulls her off]

Marcy Rhoades D'Arcy:
And I have breasts, damn it!