Pat: You have poor social skills. You have a problem. Tiffany: I have a problem? You say more inappropriate things than appropriate things.
Tiffany: You know, for a while, I thought you were the best thing that ever happened to me. But now I'm starting to think you're the worst. Pat: Of course you do. Come on, let's go dance.
Tiffany: Hey! Pat: What the fuck? I'm married! Tiffany: So am I! Pat: What the fuck are you doing? Your husband's dead! Tiffany: Where's your wife? Pat: You're crazy! Tiffany: I'm not the one who just got out of that hospital in Baltimore. Pat: And I...
Danny: Black it up, Pat.
Pat: You look nice. Tiffany: Thank you. Pat: Oh, I'm not flirting with you. Tiffany: Oh, I didn't think you were. Pat: I just see that you made an effort, and I'm gonna be better with my wife. I'm working on that. I wanna acknowledge her beauty. I ne...
Pat: It's electric between us! Okay, yeah, we wanna change each other, but that's normal, couples wanna do that. I want her to stop dressing like she dresses, I want her to stop acting so superior to me, okay? And she wanted me to lose weight and sto...
Tiffany: You know what, forget I offered to help you. Forget the entire fucking idea, because that must have been fucking crazy, because I'm so much CRAZIER than you! Pat: [Indifferent] Keep your voice down. Tiffany: I'm just the crazy slut with a de...
Pat Sr.: [upon arriving at the hotel and seeing the professional dancers on the night of the competition] Holy shit. Is this Dancing with the Stars?
Tiffany: No walk, no letter. Walk to me like I'm Nikki. Do it, come on, I'm Nikki. Pat: You're not Nikki. [does the walk anyway] Tiffany: Yes! Do you feel that? That's emotion. Pat: I don't feel anything.
Pat Sr.: I guess his sixth sense forgot to tell him the cops were coming.
Tiffany: You might not of had experienced the shit that I did, but you loved hearing about it, didn't you? You're afraid to be alive, you're afraid to live. You're a conformist. You're a hypocrite. You're a liar. I opened up to you and you judged me!
[to her sister and brother in law about Nikki being there] Tiffany: You're killing me!
Ronnie: Oh, she's a mess. You gotta be careful. She goes to a lot of therapy. Pat: I go to a lot of therapy, Ronnie. What are you trying to say? Ronnie: I'm just saying.
Tiffany: Not that I give a fuck about football or about your superstitions, but if it's me reading the signs, I don't send the Eagles guy whose personal motto is "Excelsior," to a fucking Giants game, especially when he's already in a legal situation...
Older Waitress: Slow down, Raisin Bran!
Tiffany: Listen, I haven't dated since before my marriage so I don't really remember how this works. Pat: How what works? Tiffany: I saw the way you were looking at me, Pat. You felt it, I felt it, don't lie. We're not liars like they are. I live in ...
Dolores: It's game day. I'm making crabby snacks and homemades. Pat: Yeah, come on, Dad, be nice. Come on, she's making crabby snacks and homemades!
Pat: [to his mother] Danny was in for assault because of crystal meth and alcohol. Danny: Bad combination. Pat: On top of an anxiety disorder.
