Aloysius: And I would like to feel that you’re all my friends. For to be without friends is a serious form of poverty.

Trudy: I can’t go back to him.
Jim: You’re married?
Trudy: It’s my father. He’s a drunkard, he’s lazy and he beats us.
Jim: Beats all fourteen of you?
Trudy: Every night.
Jim: Your old man’s not lazy.

Michael: You’ve taken on a little weight since I last saw you, in the wrong places.
Mary: It’s the clothes, and you’re no Van Johnson yourself. I can remember when you only had one chin.

Mary: What does your father think of him?
Trudy: Dad’s going to have him arrested.
Mary: Well, whatever for? Loving you?
Trudy: No, for trespassing.
Mary: Well, that’s the same thing, isn’t it? To your father.

Michael: You know, Mary…
Mary: Yes, Mike?
Michael: There are richer men than I.

Michael: Mary.
Mary: Yes, Mike?
Michael: Remind me to nail up the board in the back fence. He’s coming through the front door next winter.