— One Russian blonde. One Scottish brunette. And a full-bodied redhead from Napa Valley. Charlie's angels.
— You said I was very special to you.
— You were.
— Yeah, me and three other women.
— I said you were special, not unique.
— Will you take me swimming in the ocean?
— Can we talk about it after my head stops exploding?
— Why is your head exploding?
— Well, I drank a little too much wine last night.
— If it makes you feel bad, why do you drink it?
— Nobody likes a wiseass, Jake.
— You have to put one dollar in the swear jar. You said "ass".
— Tell you what, here's twenty. That should cover me till lunch.
— I tried with that kid, Alan. He says one thing, and then he goes and does another.
— He's 10. He's got the attention span of a hummingbird.
— What am I supposed to do when he ignores me?
— You punish him. You take away his computer, his TV, his toys.
— You already took away all the good stuff. What am I supposed to take away? His bronchial inhaler?
— Charlie!
— What?
— You kicked me in your sleep.
— Who said I was asleep?
— These clothes look stupid.
— You're 10. No one cares.
— If you've got someone to clean your house and do your shopping and you're getting action on a regular basis, the only reason you need a wife is if you have some sick compulsion to give away half your stuff.
— Why are they fighting?
— They're not fighting. They're discussing.
— I'm a child of divorce, Dad. I know the difference.
Look at you. All grown up and back living with Mom. How good do you feel about yourself right now? On a scale of one to two.
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