What do you do, Martin, when the bride who took your breath away, becomes the wife who makes you hold your breath in terror?
Quit parking in the crippled spot. What you got ain’t a disability. Just poor f***ing judgment.[to Frank Jr.]
Money is not peace of mind. Money is not happiness. Money is, at its essence, that measure of a man’s choices.
I’m not paying you to find me more problems. I’m paying you to solve them before I even know they exist.[to Ruth]