Abe: She won't let me have butter on my bread... butter. I haven't eaten the stuff in ten years.
Hal: How'd this happen? We weren't always this way.
Abe: Actually, I was. Classic story: raised by a grandmother and four spinster aunts. I used to wash their hair on Saturday nights.
Hal: You poor bastard, you never had a chance.
Abe: Damn it... enough is enough! [eats pats of butter and down his drink]
Hal: You go, Abe!