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It's just that there's no door to the kitchen.
The back door.
The back door. Yes. It's true. You can get into the kitchen... through the back door. This, we know is a kitchen. But you can't get inside the house from the kitchen! Now, how the fu** did this happen?
Mark. For God's sake. Laszlo, we thought that you could put a door here.
She's a piece of cake. He's a piece of cake.
It's a piece of cake.
You are Hungarian?
No. You are Hungarian.
Yes. Hungarians have no pronouns.
Apparently they don't have fu***** doors, either.
She is very angry at me.
He is very angry at you. Yes.
He has an unlisted address.
What are you talking about?
Oh, well, it's the latest thing.
What kind of person has an unlisted address?
I'll tell you what kind person. The kind that doesn't want to be dead. The kind people are trying to kill all the time.
Why are you angry at me for?
I'm not angry at you.
Then what you shouting at me for?
Because you're the only one that's here.
(taking a very pregnant Rachel to the hospital) Just keep breathing, you can do it.
(panting) I don't want to do it, honey. Can't we get somebody else to do it?
When we're married, I want this once a week.
I'm never getting married again. I don't believe in marriage.
Neither do I.
What the fu** was that?
He has cancer.
People don't lie about things like that.
Contractors lie about everything. What'd he say, "I have cancer"?
Well, he probable meant that "he" has cancer.
How do I know? Someone. I don't know. His father.
His father's dead.
My wife's name was Kimberley. One of the first Kimberleys.
My husband had hamsters.
Not as a grownup you didn't. He had hamsters named Arnold and Shirley. And he was always whipping up little salads for them in the Slice-O-Matic and buying them extremely small sweaters at a pet boutique in Rego Park. Also, there was a certain amount of talking in squeaky voices.
Both of you?
Well, he was Arnold... and I was Shirley.