Rita Glossner: I see what's going on. That tiny wife of yours freezing you out? Thought you'd come and sniff around because you heard Bill left.
Mike: What? No, I just want my boom box and I want you to control your dog.
Rita Glossner: It's not my dog. It's Bill's dog. You got a problem with the dog, you got to take it up with him.
Mike: Fine, then. Where's Bill?
Rita Glossner: Beats me. We had a fight. I stabbed him in the ass with a fork. I haven't seen him since. Eyes up here.
Rodney Glossner: Mom, I'm going out.
Rita Glossner: What are you telling me for?
Mike: Rodney, I wanna talk to you. Hey, wait a minute.
Rita Glossner: You get away from my boy.
[As Mike points to Rodney, his coat button gets caught on Rita's bra strap]
Mike: I'm caught. Oh, my God, I am so sorry. Really, that was an accident. You gonna put that away?