Dick Quote #1623
Quote from Dick in My Mother, My Dick
Dick: I think it's time for your medication. [eats chips]
Martha Albright: Put that on hold, please, if you don't mind. What I need is 10ccs of vodka.
Dick: I don't think you should mix alcohol with your pills.
Martha Albright: Oh, really? Well I don't think you should mix that haircut with that forehead.
Dick: Martha, that sounded a little sharp.
Martha Albright: Oh, I'm sorry. Did it?
Dick: Oh, never mind. Ice cream. Yeah, good. That's the stuff. [eats ice c ream]
Martha Albright: Dick, if you're going to snack like that, you ought to start wearing a lot of black.
Dick: Black?
Martha Albright: Yes, black. It's slimming.
Dick: But I don't need that.
Martha Albright: Well, on second thought, maybe you're right. It does tend to highlight your dandruff.
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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.