Danny: I don’t want to spend tonight, of all night’s, doing what we’re going to be doing all next year. . . fighting.
[Debbie leaves.]
Bernie: That’s my cue.
Joan: No. No. Debbie! No!
Danny: Fuck. Fuck.
Joan: Fuckin’ wonderful, asshole!
Bernie: You fucked that up, I’ll be the first to tell you that.