Rita Glossner: Aaaah! You're nuts, lady! Aaah! Oh!
Frankie: What's the matter, Rita? Are you scared? Am I scaring you, huh? Huh?! Well, now you know what it's like.
Rita Glossner: Aah! Aaah! I-I don't know what I did to you. Please don't hurt me. Was it 'cause I took your pumpkin? 'Cause I can give it back. My... my boys drew some penises on it, but they'll wash right off.
Sue: Mom! Mom, stop!
Frankie: Get out of here, Sue. If you're too much of a wuss, maybe you should go back to college with all the other wusses.
Rita Glossner: I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. [breathing heavily] All's I got is boys. You don't know what it's like being the only woman in a house full of boys. They... they don't listen. They don't think. I-I can't control them. They're like animals.
Frankie: No. I do know what it's like. I know what a house full of boys can do to a woman. [Rita sighs] I'm... I'm so sorry.
Rita Glossner: Aah! Don't touch me! You are a monster!
Frankie: No, no!
Rita Glossner: Help! Help! She's a monster!
Frankie: I-I-I... I'm not a monster. I'm not. I'm really not. [echoing] I am not a monster!