Maggie Witzky: I didn't marry you 'cause you were going to be famous. I liked the way your ass looked in jeans.
Maggie Witzky: Why are you doing this?
Tom Witzky: Water softens up the dirt.
Tom Witzky: I never wanted to be famous. I just never expected to be so.
Maggie Witzky: What?
Tom Witzky: I don't know, ordinary.
Lisa: It doesn't surprise me that there's another woman. Of course, the fact that she's dead gives one pause.
Lisa: So, she's six weeks pregnant. That means the baby's due in... April, May... June. Gemini. That's cool. Einstein was a Gemini. So's that Scottish gal from Garbage.
Tom Witzky: Will you go help Jake with his pajamas?
Lisa: If she's late.
Tom Witzky: Lisa, I swear to God, start with the Dionne Warwick stuff and I'll throw you out of the fuckin' window, so please help him with the pajamas.
Lisa: Love you, too, Tom.
Frank McCarthy: They were going to kill you in cold blood. I couldn't let that happen. Not here. This is a decent neighborhood.
Lisa: There's only eight percent of the population that's, like, highly hypnotizable. I mean, almost anybody can go under a little, but not way under. Not freaky under. Like he did.
