Paula McCullen: Mom, is Dad all right? Eleanor McCullen: Oh, yes. This is the time of day he locks himself in the bathroom with those magazines.
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Larry Weisman: Commitment. Discipline. Make it work.
Eleanor McCullen: Father Time just has a way of just beating the shit out of us.
Larry Weisman: Commitment. Discipline. Make it work.
Eleanor McCullen: Father Time just has a way of just beating the shit out of us.
Paula McCullen: Breasts too large, Richard? Every female character you create has breasts too large. Richard Babson: Mmm... but I make them suffer for it.
Eleanor McCullen: How do you think your father looks? Paula McCullen: He looks fine. Why, is there something wrong? Eleanor McCullen: Well, you know, since his stroke he's been a little strange. He hardly ever talks. I found some, um, pornographic magazines under his socks. Real beaver shots! Paula McCullen: Mother! Where did you know that word?
Richard Babson: I can't take it anymore. I'm not used to this. I'm not used to the cold, and I'm not used to being sexually deprived. I'm standing before you with a frozen erection. Paula McCullen: Don't tell my mother - she'll put a mitten on it.
Richard Babson: Look at you, trying to kill yourself in a tea room. Paula McCullen: I was not trying to kill myself! Richard Babson: Oh, no? You just had to take fourteen Valium to get through your pastrami on rye. Paula McCullen: I did not have pastrami on rye, I had chicken salad you asshole!
Paula McCullen: Breasts too large, Richard? Every female character you create has breasts too large. Richard Babson: But, I make them suffer for it. Paula McCullen: I think I'll take my obviously inadequate body into the kitchen and get some more caffeine.
Carol Brandon: Bob Prentiss is on the phone. He wants to know if you can play tennis. Larry Weisman: Yeah, yeah, I know. No. No, I don't have the right tennis shoes with me today.
Richard Babson: That's great. That's perfect. They moved into their dream house and they dated happily ever after.
Paula McCullen: I associate marriage with having to grow up. Now we've already done that. Why have it rubbed in our faces?
Richard Babson: Let me get this straight. You kill your parents off in your mind so you won't feel bad when they die? Paula McCullen: That's how much I love them. Richard Babson: You're very sick, Paula. You're beyond Black Irish.
Paula McCullen: I want a wedding chapel that says, "We give sodium pentathol."
Richard Babson: Who is this? Paula McCullen: Richard, it's very hard to be serious in a shower. Please help me.
Paula McCullen: It feels so funny to be talking to you like this. All you ever told me about sex was that when it was right, it could be wonderful. Eleanor McCullen: Even when it's wrong, it can be wonderful.
Richard Babson: You have very strange parents, you know that? There's not a double bed in this whole house. Only single beds. Just single beds! Doesn't anybody sleep together in this place? Paula McCullen: These aren't single beds. They're antiques.
Eleanor McCullen: You have to be patient to play the cello. Not an aggressive instrument.
Paula McCullen: I know it sounds crazy, but if we slept in the same room, my parents would think we were having sex. Richard Babson: Really? You're acting like a teenager. Paula McCullen: Well, this is my teenage room. This isn't a room for sexual relations, it's a room for slumber parties.
Richard Babson: Paula, I want you to listen to me very carefully. We're on very shaky ground here. Very shaky ground. Paula McCullen: What do you mean? Richard Babson: Well, getting married is a very traumatic experience.
Eleanor McCullen: Paula, get Richard more pie. You're a married woman now. Start doing a little for your husband. Paula McCullen: Mother, he doesn't want any more pie. And if he did, he could get it himself.
Richard Babson: Let's take a shower together. You can soap me down. You can soap me up.
Eleanor McCullen: Is there anything else I can do? Richard Babson: No, thank you. Eleanor McCullen: Have you any laundry that needs washing? Any dirty underwear?
Nellie Ballou: Now, if there'd been some compensation - that's my word for the year - compensation in bed, it might have been more palatable. But I'm telling you, he had a pee pistol the size of Robbie's here. Like that. Ann Babson: Nellie, I don't think the dinner table is the proper place to talk about the size of Derek's pee pistol. Nellie Ballou: Do you always have to be the guardian of good taste at the dinner table?
Tim McCullen: Richard, I always found that parties where you have guests are such a nuisance.
Paula McCullen: Mom, is Dad all right? Eleanor McCullen: Oh, yes. This is the time of day he locks himself in the bathroom with those magazines.
Tim McCullen: I think you'll like the champagne, Richard. Upstate New York. Tough little grape.
Eleanor McCullen: I just hope it hasn't frightened you about marriage. Paula McCullen: Everything frightens me about marriage, Mother. Eleanor McCullen: Well, it must be frightening. At least in my day, we knew what the roles were.
Richard Babson: Paula, I'm in a bad mood. I'd like to stay that way for a while. So don't try to - make me laugh, okay?
Richard Babson: Paula, I want you to take one of these. Paula McCullen: No. Richard Babson: It's just a Valium. It'll just relax you. Paula McCullen: I don't take drugs. Richard Babson: It's not a drug. It's a muscle relaxant. Now, come on. Take it.
Nellie Ballou: Paula, we should've had your nails wrapped. Men *love* long red nails on their backs.
