Cab Driver: Do not touch the young lady in my taxi.
Cindy: [flashback to their wedding day] What are you thinking about?
Dean: I wish they would hurry up so you can't change your mind. Let's go, let's go, let's go.
Cindy: Fuck you. Yeah, I'm more of a man than you are, you fucking cunt.
Dean: I can't really sing. I have to sing goofy, in order to sing. Like, I have to sing stupid. OK?
[plays "You Always Hurt The One You Love" on a ukulele and sings, while Cindy tap dances]
Cindy: You're actually good.
Dean: What the fuck is the matter, you got a glass jaw or something? You can't take one hit? It's one hit.
[Doctor collapses back on the floor]
Cindy: ...I found Megan.
Dean: How many times did I tell you to lock the fucking gate?
Dean: Babe, that's how they laugh in the future!
Cindy: They're old. Would you wanna live like that?
Dean: What, in that home? Well, no. But I'm not getting old. And he's a dummy for dying.
Dean: Cindy... come here... I may... or may not... have fallen down...
Cindy: I can't do this, I can't take this shit. Dean, I cannot take this shit anymore. I cannot take this shit.
Cindy: I knew you were a fuckin' asshole.
Cindy: I thought the whole point of coming here was to have a night without kids.
Dean: Be a man, what is that shit? You want me to be a man? I'll go be a man.
[tosses equipment in the room]
Dean: Is this what a man does?
Marshall: If you get a little pussy, I think all the mental-ness will go away from you.
Dean: You think I'm too much in my head?
Marshall: Yeah, too much.
