Dick: Stella! Stella! Janet!
Janet: You didn't eat your mini pizza.
Dick: Argh! You call that a pizza? I wouldn't feed that to a dog! A dog wouldn't feed it to a dog! Not even a dog he hated!
Janet: Ok, then.
Dick: Damn right you're sorry! Sorry as hell. You're- Now bring me another beer. Because I drink! And I drink a lot. I'm a booze hound, I am. And what's worse, when I drink, I get a head of steam. I get all punchy, and I like to lash out.
Janet: Oh, you're not so bad.
Dick: Ah, god! Why can't you dress nice? Look at you! You look like someone who... who... isn't dressed all that nice.
Janet: Well, I could change for you.
Dick: And look at that apron. [crying] I like that apron. [sobbing] It's pretty. With all the hearts and... And the words and... and the hearts [wailing]
Janet: Oh, that's okay, baby. You can wear the apron.
Dick: Oh, god, I'm sorry! [sobbing] You're a nice person, and it's not your fault that the Big Giant Fathead made you come here and live with people you don't even know! [sobbing]
Janet: I've always depended on the kindness of strangers. [Dick sobs] Mama make it all better!
Dick: I'm all messed up inside, mama.