Il grande Santini

Mary Anne Meechum: Hey Dad, why do you love me more than your other children?

Bull Meechum: Beat it, I'm reading the sports page.

Mary Anne Meechum: Let's have a conversation Dad. Let's bare our souls and get to know one another.

Bull Meechum: I don't want you to get to know me. I like being an enigma, like a Chink. Now scram.

Mary Anne Meechum: Am I a Meechum Dad? Can girls be real Meechums; girls without jump shots? Or am a simple form of Meechum, like in biology. Mary Anne, the one-celled Meechum.

Bull Meechum: Mary Anne scram, I'm starting to lose my temper; Lilian!

Mary Anne Meechum: [falls to the ground] Dad, I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant by a negro Daddy. His name is Rufus, I didn't wanna tell you but since we're baring our souls to each other. Rufus is a pacifist; a pacifist homosexual.

Bull Meechum: Jesus H. Christ! Lilian, I'm going to the club. I'll see you all at the game! I can't stand it around here!

[storms off as Mary Anne follows him]

Mary Anne Meechum: But you'll get to like him after awhile Dad. Dwarfs are easy to like, especially when they're bald and cross-eyed... Dad... Dad... *Dad*!