Hank: You know, I'm sorry that our two families seem to have gotten off on such a wrong... what's the word... foot. I mean, I like to think that I'm a nice fella, and I was always taught to find the good in people, and I would like to with you, Frank. [extends hand]
Frank: Well, I think you are a nice fella, Hank. [shakes Hank's hand] But I gotta tell ya, you're not gonna find much good in people when they drive all the way to Pennsylvania for a big, long wedding and you screw them on the booze.
Hank: Well.
Frank: "Well"? That's all ya got? "Well"?
Hank: Yes, because "well" is what one says when one is shocked, but not particularly surprised, by someone's boorish behavior. Well.
Frank: [chuckles] That is so frickin' sad.
Hank: Oh yes, Frank, that's sad? Well, I want my money back. Now who's sad? Oh, Mr. Bartender, don't give this man any alcohol. He seems to have had more than enough over the course of his life.
Frank: I'm a veteran!
Hank: A veteran of the Bad Manners Army.
Frank: Take a hike, boy scout!