Scott Bartlett:
You know, you can always hear the train on Long Island, no matter how far away.
Adrianna Bragg:
What are you Walt Whitman now?
Scott Bartlett:
Maybe you should've had a girl, they tell their mothers everything.
Brenda Bartlett:
Maybe you should have asked God for a mother who doesn't care about her children!
Scott Bartlett:
So are we gonna like... do it?
Adrianna Bragg:
Do you really want to talk about it?
Mickey Bartlett:
So you're telling me you weren't happy on your wedding day either?
Brenda Bartlett:
Telling me you felt trapped minutes before the ceremony didn't exactly bring a fucking smile to my face!
Mickey Bartlett:
I was talking about the tux.
Brenda Bartlett:
Oh, so this is all just some big misunderstanding then?
Brenda Bartlett:
I don't love you anymore... I hate the way you smell... the way you brush your teeth... the way you eat your fucking food... that shit eating grin on your face all the time, ugh, it makes me sick... and I won't spend another night in bed with you... you make me sick to my stomach.
Brenda Bartlett:
Mick he knows.
Mickey Bartlett:
Knows what?
Brenda Bartlett:
That you're a mother fucker... literally.
Mickey Bartlett:
What kind of shit is that to say?
Brenda Bartlett:
Well, you do fuck mothers, don't you?
Mickey Bartlett:
Man, you can take the girl out of Queens, am I right?
Scott Bartlett:
What did you hear?
Adrianna Bragg:
I head you fingered me and it was like the inside of a jelly donut. Uch, Scott, that is so disgusting!
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