Dennis: I am having feelings again. Like some kind of fourteen year old kid. You remember, feelings right? Mac: Yeah. I have feelings every single day of my life. Dennis: Do you? Mac: Are you saying you don't have feelings? Dennis: What I'm saying is a built up a shell.. a shell around myself. A cold, calculated shell that couldn't be broken by anything but marriage.
Frank: I opened up to a therapist just once. I was a kid. I got into a fight. The doctor asked me question after question, got me so scrambled up. Next thing I know, I was shanghai'd upstate to a nitwit school. You know what a nitwit school is? Therapist: I assume you mean a school for the mentally disabled. Frank (spits pistachio shell): Yeah, not just for nuts in the head, but bodies, too. Back then science was real crude, they stuck us all together. My roommate was a frog-kid. You ever see a frog-kid?