Freddie: So, how is she?
Allen: How is she? She’s a. . .she’s a mermaid. I don’t understand. All my life I’ve been waiting for someone and when I find her, she’s a fish.
Freddie: Nobody said love’s perfect!
Allen: Oh, Freddie, I don’t expect it to be perfect, but for God’s sake, it’s usually human! Every day people meet and they fall in love. Look what I got.
Freddie: Look what you got. Yeah, let’s look at what you got. Let’s take a good look at what you got. People fall in love every day, huh? Is that what you said?
Freddie: Yeah? That’s a crock! It doesn’t work that way. Do you realize how happy you were with her? That is, when you weren’t driving yourself crazy. Every day? Come on. Some people will never be that happy! I’ll never be that happy. What am I talking to you for? You don’t know nothing.
Buck Russell: I don’t think I want to know a six-year-old who isn’t a dreamer, or a sillyheart. And I sure don’t want to know one who takes their student career seriously. I don’t have a college degree. I don’t even have a job. But I know a good kid when I see one. Because they’re ALL good kids, until dried-out, brain-dead skags like you drag them down and convince them they’re no good. You so much as scowl at my niece, or any other kid in this school, and I hear about it, and I’m coming looking for you! Take this quarter, go downtown, and have a rat gnaw that thing off your face! Good day to you, madam.