Mary: That bastard!
Tommy: There goes Mexican night.
Mary: Oh, it's Mexican night all right. Mexican prison night.
Sally: I say we stick a bucket on his head and whack him with a bat like a pinata and we don't stop till candy comes out! Tommy, Harry, let's go!
Mary: Well, wait a minute, Sally! What about me? He's taken advantage of me worse than any of you.
Sally: He made me cut up his food and feed it to him.
Mary: He made me sing to his foot!
Sally: He made me take his temperature... the hard way. Besides, I don't think you have what it takes to get even.
Mary: I have a metal bucket and three softball bats.
Sally: That's a pretty good start.