- Jamie: [watching Helen get ready for her date] So I see you're still in mourning.
- Helen: Listen, son, your father died over two years ago.
- Jamie: [snidely] Oh, making up for lost time, huh?
- Helen: Listen, little Hamlet, I was only 14 years old when your father knocked me up. I made a good home for him and to show his appreciation he drank himself to death, leaving you and me without the proverbial pot to piss in. I mean, if I hadn't had the foresight to insure him up to the eyeballs, you and I would be out on the streets, so don't get self-righteous with me. I mean, I still look good. I have held my age. I mean, if you picked me up, your friends would think you got lucky.