Dick Quote #1624
Quote from Dick in My Mother, My Dick
Martha Albright: [o.s.] Dick?
Dick: What?
Martha Albright: I want you to rub a little salve on my lumbar.
Dick: I think it's time to cut this millstone from around my neck.
Mary: [o.s.] Dick?
Dick: What?!
Mary: [enters] Dick.
Dick: Oh- Oh, I, uh... I'm sorry, Mary. For a moment there, you sounded unnervingly like your mother. Now, Mary, I'm gonna go in there and talk to your mother and you are going to listen.
Mary: No, no. You're gonna listen to me. Now, I know I've had a rough history with that woman, but there's one thing that will never change, she'll always be... my mother. She's my responsibility. Like it or not, she's coming home with me.
Dick: Martha, your ride's here.
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‘My Mother, My Dick’ Quotes
Quote from Dick
Dick: Why don't you tell your mother how you feel?
Mary: Oh, I can't. How can you tell your mother she's a terrible mother?
Martha Albright: [returns] This is a perfectly lovely restaurant you picked out, Mary Margaret. Thank you. Nice woman in the ladies room gave me this comb. There you go. Put it to good use.
Dick: So, Mary, first a toast to Martha. You are a terrible mother!
Martha Albright: What was that?
Dick: I'm sorry, that didn't come out quite right. To Martha, the worst mother in all the world.
Mary: Dick!
Dick: It's okay, I found a way to tell her. [silently] The toast.
Martha Albright: How dare you? I mean, really. How dare you? If this drink wasn't so bloody good, I'd toss it in your face.
Dick: Well, bring it on!
Quote from Mary
Dick: So, Martha, how are you enjoying your visit with our Mary?
Martha Albright: It's terrif. Quite a hostess, my little Mary Margaret.
Mary: Thank you, Mother.
Martha Albright: It's not every day you get to sleep on a mildewed metal cot.
Mary: I did offer you my bed.
Martha Albright: I know, I know, but it just didn't seem right. Little bit too much history there. Pumpkin, don't lean over your plate. This is a restaurant. You're not in a federal prison.
Mary: I could be. Real soon.
Martha Albright: Would you two excuse me for a minute? I'll be right back. Those Cape Cods go right through you.
Quote from Dick
Mary: I am in hell!
Dick: Oh, my poor Mary, I can't stand to see you like this, all miserable and freckled with breadcrumbs.
Mary: Oh. I dread these visits. It's psychological torture. I mean, this is the reason I was fat when I was a child. Food was my only friend.
Dick: Well, it's good to see you two have stayed in touch.