Connie Nielsen credited as playing...
Nina Yorkin
- Nina Yorkin: You've been doing my pictures for a long time.
- Sy Parrish: You know, I almost feel like "Uncle Sy."
- Sy Parrish: Leica Mini-Lux. That's a very nice camera.
- Nina Yorkin: Really? Because Will's been trying to get me to go digital...
- Sy Parrish: Oh, don't do that. I'd be out of a job.
- [laughs nervously]
- Jake Yorkin: When someone seems sad... they don't have any friends... and people make fun of 'em... that makes me feel bad for them.
- Nina Yorkin: Who is sad and doesn't have any friends?
- Jake Yorkin: Sy.
- Nina Yorkin: Sy? The photo guy at the one hour place? a girlfriend and a mommy and daddy, who love him.
- Jake Yorkin: Yeah.
- Nina Yorkin: Oh, Jake.
- Jake Yorkin: I really feel bad for him.
- Nina Yorkin: But, Jake... we don't know that Sy is sad. We really don't know that much about him, you know? I mean, he might even have a lot of friends. He probably has a girlfriend and--and a mommy and a daddy who love him.
- Jake Yorkin: I don't think he does.
- Nina Yorkin: That is so sweet of you to think of somebody else like that, you know? Listen, Jake... not everybody is as lucky as we are. You know? But maybe, if we send them good thoughts... we'll make them feel better.
- Nina Yorkin: [on the phone] Duane, I know he's fucking Maya Burson... and I don't give a shit about that right now, I just need you to tell me where he is!
- Will Yorkin: How - How do you think we pay for all this? I'm just asking you. What do you think... there's a money fairy that comes and slips an envelope under my pillow every month?
- Nina Yorkin: What are you even talkin' about?
- Will Yorkin: Well--well, how-- All of this stuff... the new Mercedes... the matching washer and dryer... the fucking Jil Sander blouse you have on now - how? I love you, Nina. I do... but if you continually want our life to look like something out of a magazine, I'm sorry. I've gotta work to make that happen.
- Nina Yorkin: Do you even believe what you're saying, huh? This is not about things, Will... and it's not about money. You're neglectful. Do you understand that?
- Will Yorkin: What?
- Nina Yorkin: You are an emotionally neglectful husband... and you're an emotionally neglectful father. Got it now?
- Will Yorkin: That's just fuckin' great. Neglectful?
- Nina Yorkin: You're not here, Will. You're not here. You're never here. I'm going to bed.