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Orel: There's just so many ways not to be lonely! There are family, friends, faith... Hey, those are all "F" words! I wonder if there are any other ways not to be lonely that start with "F". (concentrates very hard)
Rev. Putty: (after a pause, almost bored) Think of any yet?
Orel: Nope!
Rev. Putty: (genuinely shocked) Holy Moly! You are pure pureness in its purest form. It's almost irritating.

Orel: Dad, how come Chinafoodtown is so far away?
Clay: Actually, it's only deliciously far. Foreign-ly, it's too close.

Mrs. Censordoll (while on the phone with her Mother): No mother, I am not holier than thou— but I am holier than you.

Dr. Potterswheel: A little pain never hurt anyone!

Bloberta: Please, when do you ever remember?
Clay:...all I do is try to forget.

Clay: Tell me, Doc, did some of those painkillers protect her against you?
Dr. Potterswheel: What does that mean?
Clay: You know. The pain. Of you. Day in, day out, being there. With that face. Not knowing what to say. Not caring anymore. Not even knowing that you'll probably only care about her when it's finally too late. Forgetting about all those desperate- those desperate years you spent alone, your barren years when no woman would even consider resting her tired head on your shaky little shoulder. Stinking of belly semen. Why even wipe? And then, when you finally get one of these [Points at Dolly and imitates a fanfare] coveted pieces of tail that have been built up as the grand trophy in your nothing life, you try desperately to keep it. Not to protect it! But to hoard it. To keep it away from the other wolves and jackals circling your territory! And you realize, all too soon, that you're not good enough! That maybe there was a jerk-off called Darwin after all. And that you never acknowledged his existence because you knew deep inside that you were really what you feared you were— weak. And passive. And ultimately, broken by the ones who were made the fittest. And that through your weaknesses, you built up a poison that poisoned others around you. [About to cry] That you love. And the only true justice was to let those dominant jackals feed on you. Survive off you.

Orel: I hate you.
Clay: Hate away, sister. Hate away.

Orel: Mom? Why did you marry Dad?
Bloberta: Why? Well, men have to marry women. Otherwise, if men married men and women married women, we'd all give birth to nothing but fairysexuals.
Orel: But why did you marry Dad?
Bloberta: Oh, well… why not?
Orel: Well, it's just that when he drinks, he… changes.
Bloberta: Oh, he doesn't change, Orel. That's just his true nature coming out.

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