Aunt Bridie: It wasn't my poor sister's fault. She tried her best with both of you, but you're your father's daughters, all right.
Mary: I'd rein it in, now, if I were you.
Aunt Bridie: I really think you were a disappointment to her, you know?
Joe: Now, hold on a goddamn minute!
Mary: Daddy, you will not dignify that with a response.
Aunt Bridie: And I'll tell you something else. If your mother saw thon hat, she'd be turning in her grave for it's nothing but a bloody eyesore.
Mary: Och, drop dead, you spiteful old hag!
[Aunt Bridie's eyes twitch before she falls back onto the floor with a thud]
Mary: Catch yourself on...