Six Feet Under2001

Brenda Chenowith:
Why am I here? Why was it necessary for me to be here with you for this? Because you needed a f***ing audience!

Margaret Chenowith:
Not everything is about you, Brenda.

Brenda Chenowith:
Look at mammy! Isn't mammy pretty? Isn't mammy fabulous, free spirited and uninhibited. Validate mammy kids, because she's incapable of doing it herself. No wonder Billy ended up in a psych ward. Not that you care!

Margaret Chenowith:
For you information, miss high-and-mighty: this is life! People have crises, they push each other's buttons, they inflict pain on one another and once in a f***ing blue moon they bring out the best in each other. But mostly they bring out the worst.

Brenda Chenowith:
You're pathetic.

Margaret Chenowith:
Don't you dare judge me! You think you're the paragon of mental health because you have been dating the same man for the past few months. That's real, compared to what your father and I have?

Brenda Chenowith:
You're just jealous.

Margaret Chenowith:
Pfff... Of what?

Brenda Chenowith:
Of the fact that I haven't allowed you to totally destroy my life like you have everybody else's.

Margaret Chenowith:
What life? You've spent thirty-two years being your little brother's nurse maid...

Brenda Chenowith:
F*** you!

Margaret Chenowith:
...only to avoid having any emotional life of your own. And now that he's been put a away, you're gonna have to face your own demons. And sweetheart, they are legion! [Brenda slaps her mother in the face] Get out of my car!

Brenda Chenowith:
I'd be happy to.