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: 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.
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?
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