What do you do, Martin, when the bride who took your breath away, becomes the wife who makes you hold your breath in terror?
Money is not peace of mind. Money is not happiness. Money is, at its essence, that measure of a man’s choices.
Quit parking in the crippled spot. What you got ain’t a disability. Just poor f***ing judgment.[to Frank Jr.]
We are not husband and wife, anymore. We’re just business partners. And our job is to raise those kids.[to Wendy]