John Getz credited as playing...
- Ray: Never point a gun at anyone, unless you mean to shoot him. And if you shoot him, you better make sure he's dead. Because if he ain't dead, he's gonna get up and try to kill you. That's the only thing they taught us in the service that's worth a god damn.
- Meurice: Howdy stranger.
- Ray: Meurice. Sorry I didn't show last night.
- Meurice: Wasn't too busy. You missed a good one, though. This white guy walks in about one o'clock, asks if we have a discount for alcoholics... I tell him to get lost, but Marty's sitting here listening and I can tell he's thinking that maybe it ain't such a bad idea.
- Ray: He was alive when I buried him.
- Abby: I said, "Marty, how come you're anal, and *I* gotta go to the psychiatrist?"
- Ray: What'd he say?
- Abby: Nothing. He's like you, he doesn't say much.
- Ray: Thanks.
- Abby: Except when he doesn't say things, they're usually nasty. When you don't, they're usually nice.
- Abby: He gave me a little pearl-handled .38 for our first anniversary.
- Ray: Uh-huh.
- Abby: Figured I'd better leave before I used it on him. I don't know how you can stand him.
- Ray: Well, I'm only an employee, I ain't married to him.
- Abby: How come you offered to drive me in this mess?
- Ray: I told you: I like you.
- Abby: I never knew that.
- Ray: Well, now you do.
- Abby: Hell.
- Ray: I'd liked to have seen his face when he found the dead end.
- Abby: He took me to a psychiatrist one time, to calm me down. The psychiatrist said I was the healthiest person he'd ever talked to, so Marty fired him.
- Ray: I don't think you can fire a psychiatrist, 'zactly.
- Abby: Well, I never saw him again, I can tell you that.
- Abby: Ray?
- Ray: You're bad.
- Abby: What?
- Ray: I said you're bad.
- Abby: [long pause, then smiles] You're bad too.
- Ray: We're both bad.
- Ray: Abby, I meant it, when I called.
- Abby: I love you too.
- Ray: You're scared.
- Ray: Who was it?
- Abby: What?
- Ray: On the phone? Was it, was it for you?
- Abby: I don't know. He didn't say anything.
- Ray: How'd you know it was a he?
- Abby: You got a girl? Am I screwin' somethin' up by bein' here?
- Ray: No. Am I?
- Abby: Ray, just tell me. What happened?
- Ray: That ain't important.
- Abby: [referring to Marty] Fact is... he's ANAL, Ray!
- Ray: Hmmmmm?
- Abby: [pointing to her forehead] In HERE... Abby, in HERE... I'm anal.
- Ray: Well, I'll be damned.
- Abby: I couldn't believe it myself.
- Ray: What do you want to do?
- Abby: What do *you* want to do?
- Ray: Listen, I-I ain't a marriage counselor. I don't know what goes on. I don't want to know. But, I like you. I always liked you.
