Albert Finney credited as playing...
George Dunlap
- George Dunlap: I'm not kind anymore.
- Faith Dunlap: Me either.
- George Dunlap: You're kind to strangers.
- Faith Dunlap: Yeah. Strangers are easy.
- George Dunlap: [almost hits a cable car in San Francisco] Goddamn things. I could shoot Tony Bennett. This city could die from quaint.
- George Dunlap: No orange juice. Not even a goddamn glass of orange juice. I've got the energy of a $2 whore in the morning. You know why? The goddamn kids drink all the goddamn orange juice!
- George Dunlap: What's all this, Willard?
- Willard: A little glamour, George.
- Scott Gruber: A little icing on the cake, a little pizzazz, a little hype. Books are show business, too.
- George Dunlap: I'm losing everything. I can't find anything anymore. Can't even find a goddamn pencil. What do the kids do? Use them for pick-up sticks? And when I do finally rescue one, it's chewed over like a piece of licorice, it's got a point like a gumdrop! What do the kids do with my pencil points? Stick them in their goddamn Jujubes?
- George Dunlap: I was in town. I was working.
- Faith Dunlap: You were with your lady friend.
- George Dunlap: My what?
- Faith Dunlap: Lady friend!
- George Dunlap: Lady friend. What kind of a word's that?
- Faith Dunlap: It's like *fucking*, only you don't tell anyone about it! That's what it is.
- George Dunlap: Where's my Cassell's?
- Faith Dunlap: You left it in that restaurant in Provence, remember?
- George Dunlap: What restaurant?
- Faith Dunlap: George, remember that one with the terrible piano player?
- George Dunlap: Oh, yeah. Yeah, the man who sang Beatles songs in French.
- George Dunlap, Jill Dunlap, Marianne Dunlap, Molly Dunlap: [singing] I want a hippopotamus for Christmas, Only a hippopotamus will do, No crocodiles, or rhinoceroseses, I only like hippopotamuseses...
- George Dunlap: Do you want to talk about it? Don't you think we ought to talk about it? I said...
- George Dunlap: [smashing a plate on the floor] ... don't you think we ought to talk about it!
- Faith Dunlap: No, George!
- Faith Dunlap: [smashing a plate on the floor] I don't think we ought to talk about it!
- George Dunlap: [smashing a plate on the floor] I think we ought to talk about it!
- Faith Dunlap: [smashing a plate on the floor] I don't wanna talk about it!
- George Dunlap: [smashing a plate on the floor] I want to talk about!
- Molly Dunlap: Spooky.
- George Dunlap: They say it was really beautiful once.
- Jill Dunlap: What happened?
- George Dunlap: The night before Jack London was to move into this house, somebody set fire to it.
- Jill Dunlap: Who set fire to it?
- George Dunlap: They don't know. Could have been one of the workmen. Could have been somebody jealous. He was a great author. I don't know.
- Jill Dunlap: Then what happened to him?
- George Dunlap: Jack London lost everything, all up in smoke.
- Sandy: But he still had his wife.
- Marianne Dunlap: Second wife.
- George Dunlap: Jack London was a wonderful man.
- Molly Dunlap: You bet he was, Dad.
- Jill Dunlap: He was a wonderful man.
- Marianne Dunlap: Yeah, he was a wonderful man.
- George Dunlap: I was a bystander, an outsider in all this.
- Faith Dunlap: All of what?
- George Dunlap: All this life! I was sitting with my thumb up my ass, sharpening pencils, praying that some dumb editor would give me a pat on the back for a profile on some - the fucking greenskeeper at Pebble Beach. You were changing diapers and scraping shit off walls. You were creating lives! What was I doing? Studying the fucking Bermuda grass and counting the goddamn dimples on a golf ball.
- George Dunlap: I couldn't hack it! I felt like I was swimming the English Channel with a 50-pound weight around my neck.
- Faith Dunlap: That's my mother's line.
- George Dunlap: Yeah, well, your mother's done a lot of drowning.
- Faith Dunlap: You leave my mother out of this!
- George Dunlap: I'd be glad to! Your mother was a lousy mother and a lousy wife!
- Faith Dunlap: Tell me about Sandy! Does she fuck you morning, noon, and night?
- George Dunlap: Forget about Sandy. What about him? The redneck?
- Faith Dunlap: The who?
- George Dunlap: Sam Stud, the character with all the cotton in his crotch. Do you do it on the backhoe?
- Faith Dunlap: You talking about Frank?
- George Dunlap: What? Frank. What a name. Frank. I had a counselor at Scout camp named Frank. Franks always love the outdoors.
- Faith Dunlap: Well, this Frank isn't bad indoors.
- George Dunlap: How do you feel about the Gewürztraminer?
- Faith Dunlap: What? The who?
- George Dunlap: The Gewürztraminer.
- Faith Dunlap: I thought it was a trifle authoritarian.
- George Dunlap: And just the least bit Lufthansa, ja?
- Sherry Dunlap: What are you playing?
- George Dunlap: Hearts.
- Sherry Dunlap: Did he shoot the moon?
- George Dunlap: No, I did.