Gloria: I was going to ask you to go to Juárez with me next week for my cousin's wedding, but I know that you don't want to go, so I'll go alone.
Joe: You're really not gonna go?
Jay: Well, you heard her. She's fine going alone.
Joe: If that plane leaves the ground and you're not with her, you'll regret it. Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life.
Jay: What did you say? Is that "Casablanca"?
Joe: It doesn't take much to see the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday, you'll understand that. Now, now. Here's looking at you, kid.