- Mike Biggs: [arguing because Mike invited his father to his wedding] Ma, it's my wedding day. Can't you put your differences aside for one hour?
- Peggy: One hour? Have you ever been to a Catholic wedding? After three hours of stand, kneel, and pray, you look up at Jesus on the cross and start thinking HE'S THE LUCKY ONE!
- Mike Biggs: You know what? I give up! Come to my wedding, don't come to my wedding. Do what you want, cause after all, it's your special day!
- Peggy: It was! Now you can spend it with your precious daddy, and your step mommy, the prostitute! Hey, maybe you can book her for the bachelor party!
- Victoria Flynn: So, why wouldn't you want to go to the wedding and show that ex-husband of yours what you were able to do without him?
- Peggy: Oh, I wouldn't dream of using the kid's special day to grind a twenty year old ax.
- Victoria Flynn: If it was me, I would be rolling up to that wedding with my hair done, a face full of makeup, and a dress short enough to show off those legs, which have held up very nicely.
- Peggy: Well, I square dance and do water aerobics.
- Victoria Flynn: It shows. I'd kill for those legs. But I did get lucky in the boob department.
- Peggy: Yes you did, they are high and ample.
- Victoria Flynn: Hey, if you change your mind and you do decide to go to the wedding, I would be happy to do your makeup for you.
- Peggy: Eh, I don't think so.
- Victoria Flynn: Found this great new lipstick. If it can give a dead person kissable lips, imagine what it can do for you. Later, Jimbo.
- Peggy: [after she's gone] She's not wrong about my sticks. At the public pool, people used to mistake me for Ann Margaret.
- Mike Biggs: What do you want from me? He's my father, I can't just cut him out of my life completely.
- Peggy: Why not? He wrote the both of us off the minute he walked out that door and followed his boner all the way to Pompano Beach!