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!