Ray: I, uh, I passed. Seventy-three.
Therapist: Good.
Ray: Can I go?
Therapist: The night you were arrested. Is that the day your wife died?
[Ray nods.]
Therapist: Did your brother say something to you insensitive?
Ray: No.
Therapist: Then maybe you can explain to me why you attacked him.
Ray: A misunderstanding.
Therapist: Just a misunderstanding. Nothing else?
Ray: Yeah.
Therapist: This type of counseling doesn't work for everybody, but you already know that, right?
Ray: No, I just...
Therapist: It doesn't work because most people don't have a reason to make it work. You know, you're not a nineteen-year-old punk with a drug problem. You have a home. A family. Some success. You have kids that need you more than ever. You didn't beat your own brother repeatedly and trash your own restaurant over a misunderstanding.

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Terry: Tell my wife I want to speak to her.
Todd: She's not going to want to...
Terry: Now, you fucking prick!

• Permalink: Now, you fucking prick!
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Ray: You could go anywhere in the world. Where do you go?
Abby: I dunno.
Ray: Italy? India? What?
Back in time.

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Abby: I gotta make it to Christmas.
Ray: Fuck. What do you mean you gotta make it to Christmas?
Abby: Yeah, for the kids. I don't want to ruin it for them forever.

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Ray: How long?
Doctor: Well, as I said, it's not precise.
Ray: Three? Six? What?
Doctor: In that range.
Ray: Yeah, and then what after that?
Doctor: Well, there's a palliative of care.
Ray: Morphine.
Doctor: Hmm.
Ray: Yeah.
Doctor: Among other things.
Ray: You gotta do something. You gotta save her.
Doctor: I'm sorry, Mr. Donovan.
Ray: She's all I got, you know?

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Here's to you and me and the beautiful mess we made.

Abby

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Ray: He wants two million dollars and your husband's Oscar.
Sam: I hope you're joking!
Ray: That's what he said.
Sam: I'll pay him the money, but no Oscar.
Ray: That could be a problem.

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Find the thing you love the most and let it kill you.

Sam

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Bunchy's little girl turned one. Let me show you something; I dressed her up as a clown at the birthday party. Scared the shit out of the baby's head. See?

Mickey

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Ray: You look like Marilyn Monroe?
Abby: Oh, yeah?
Ray: Hmm.
Abby: [Removes head scarf]: How about now?

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Abby: You can't keep doing this babe, every time we get bad news.
Ray: Doing what?
Abby: You know what. Where we going this time?

• Permalink: You know what. Where we going this time?
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Clerk: You can't just park in front of a fire station.
Ray: Yeah, well I figured that out.

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