[on Mary's film:]
Dick: Well, that's our two secrets. Every family has two, and you've got ours.
Tommy: Well, if I do wet my bed, it's only because I'm afraid of you.
Dick: Afraid of me? Why would you be afraid of me?
Tommy: Don't hit me! Sally, protect me, please!
Dick: How dare you accuse me of that, you little runt!
Sally: There. You see why I prefer women?
Dick: Sorry. Mary, we made a mess of your film. Obviously, all this is unusable. I know how important this is to you. But how about I go out and buy you a nice lunch? You're still filming, aren't you? Well, all right. It's fine. It's no problem. Because, uh... we are an ideal family. Please stop.