Glen: We were all decent people before Uncle Joe sunk his
hooks into us. Except for Frank. He was always a son of
a bitch.
[Opening the door to find Danny nude] Laura: Daniel McTeague?
Little Danny: No shit! That's my name too. Laura: No, I'm
a private investigator. Little Danny: Really? Can you help
me find my pants?
[Daniel, angry and drunk, throws a bowling ball out a window.]
Robin: You could have killed someone! Daniel McTeague: The
way I bowl?
[To Uncle Joe's British "nanny," Molly.] Frank: I didn't
like the Beatles and I don't like you!
