Women love to talk to their manicurists. Happens every time I go to my manicurist.
When a person passes, we strive to remember them exactly as they were. Yet, when we think of our own legacy, there’s a quiet hope to be remembered for our best, not our mistakes, or our flops, or worse, the secrets we tried to bury.
We blend in by standing out.
The good news is you’re not the worst-dressed guest here.[turns to a hipster in a long coat]Pleasure to meet you, Professor. Did you ride here in a hot air balloon?[to Charles]
That’s really all we want, isn’t it? More time with the people we love.
Teddy’s back! He’s already plotting his revenge. I think he’s gonna kill me, bury me, dig me up, and kill me again.
Stay out of the theater if you want a life. Trust me.[to Ursula]
So… Doreen.[Loretta Durkin]Oh. Doreen? Well, Doreen is Charles’ sister.[Oliver Putnam]Is she someone that I should be worried about?[Loretta Durkin]Everyone should be worried about Doreen.[Oliver Putnam]
One failed marriage, who hasn’t been there? Two failed marriages? People start asking questions.
Oh, Charles! I see you lurking in that way you do, making sure everyone knows you’re here.
Nothing brings people together like a common enemy. That, or a good cheese plate.
Nobody stops a guy with a ladder! It gets you in anywhere.
