Alan Cowan: [to Penelope] I saw your friend Jane Fonda on TV the other day. Made me want to run out and buy a Ku Klux Klan poster.
Nancy Cowan: [reaching for the scotch bottle] Let's get out of here, Alan. These people are monsters.
Alan Cowan: Stop it, Nancy.
Nancy Cowan: No, no, no. I want to drink some more. I- I wanna get drunk off my ass! This- this bitch throws my bag against the ceiling, nobody lifts a finger. I wanna be blind drunk.
Alan
Cowan: You're drunk enough.
Nancy Cowan: How can you let her call our son a criminal? We come over here to work things out with them and they, they insult us, they browbeat us, they lecture us about being good citizens of the world! I am glad our son kicked the shit out of your son and I wipe my ass with your human rights!
Michael
Longstreet: Wow! Get a couple of drinks in her and BAM!, her true self comes out.
Nancy Cowan: At least our kid isn't a little wimpy-ass faggot!
Penelope Longstreet: Yours is a FUCKING SNITCH!
Penelope Longstreet: My husband has spent the entire afternoon DRYING THINGS!
Michael Longstreet: You're so wonderful. You're the best and the brightest!
Alan Cowan: Nancy, it's absurd to drink in your condition.
Nancy Cowan: What condition?
Penelope Longstreet: I guess Zachary hasn't acquired any accountability skills...