Rip: What in the fuck was that about? What kind of childhood bullshit are you workin' out at the dinner table?
Beth: Yeah, that's what it is Rip. It's the table. It's that whole fuckin' room. It's the stifling, oppressive false fuckin' fantasy of a family that just does not exist. Never fuckin' existed. You know there's four different forks and spoons on that table, Rip? There's an oyster spoon on the fuckin' table. Do we eat oysters?!? But my God, do we have the fuckin' spoon for it.
Rip: If you don't like the room, then eat in a different room, at a different fuckin' table. Look, there's a table right here. Why don't we eat right here? Waddya say?