- Carla Sheffield: Sometimes I think that if we were... grebes, then... there's no way in a million years we would've partnered up.
- Simon Sheffield: You're fucking Felicity Kavanagh!
- Carla Sheffield: Simon Sheffield!
- Tom Sheffield: What are you talking about?
- Howie Sheffield: Felicity Kavanagh. I saw you, sitting on the same side of the table.
- Tom Sheffield: [interrupts but Howie completes his sentence anyway] Let me, let me explain.
- Carla Sheffield: Okay, boys, boys, that's enough.
- [holds Tom's hand. Clears throat]
- Carla Sheffield: Your father and I... obviously have some issues that we need to sort out and we are taking the necessary steps...
- [about to cry, but held herself up]
- Carla Sheffield: Screw it. He's fucking Felicity Kavanagh.
- [Last lines]
- Howie Sheffield: [narrating] And years later, when I was in my thirties and drank red wine; people called me Howard and asked me stupid questions at parties, I'd realize it had all meant something. If you asked me to pick out one, a moment that made me, that shaped me, I'd probably take a deep breath, look you square in the eye and say: Hell if I know.