Little Girl: [looking at a Magic Eye poster] Wow. It's a schooner. Willam Black: Ha ha ha ha. You dumb bastard. It's not a schooner... it's a Sailboat. Little Boy: A schooner IS a sailboat stupid head. Willam Black: [becoming enraged] You know what. There is NO Easter Bunny. Over there, that's just a guy in a suit.
Brodie: You have my Punisher War Journal #6, my copy of "Fletch" and the remote control to my TV. Now, I know it's going to be hard to give this stuff up because of it's sentimental attachment... Rene: Sentimental attachment? Look, if I have any of that crap it's because you brought it over my house and left it there. Brodie: Okay, then let's talk about coming up with a schedule for visitation rights. Rene: For what? Brodie: For the mall. I figure you can take the odd days, I'll take the even days and weekends. When there's any special feature like a sidewalk sale... Rene: [interrupting] Brodie, Brodie... Brodie: ...or a boat show... Rene: [interrupting] Brodie! I've always taken you with a grain of salt. On your birthday, when you told me to do a striptease to the theme of "Mighty Mouse", I said okay. On prom night at the hotel when you told me to sleep under the bed in case your mother burst in, I did it. And even during my grandmother's funeral when you told my relatives that you could see her nipples through her burial dress, I let that slide. Rene: [Grabs Brodie by the ear] But if you think I'm gonna suffer any of your shit with a smile now that we're broken up, you're in for some serious fucking disappointment.