Ronee: Hey, wait a minute. Why don't we just get married here? I mean, we've got the rings, and-and the preacher...
Martin: Well, what about all the guests?
Ronee: Well, we can do it again for them later. And at least this place only smells like a monkey.

Ronee: Look, I'm sorry, I know you're upset, but I just can't live a lie anymore. For God's sake, I'm in my forties.
Betty: What are you talking about? You haven't been in your forties...
Ronee: [closing the door on Betty] All right! I'll see you in the morning. [to Frasier] Well, if you're a good boy, maybe you'll get to spend the summer with your grandma.