- [first lines]
- Title Card: Chicago 2002 Thanksgiving
- Leslie Claret: [lunging at John] You don't talk that way in my house!
- John Tavner: Get the fuck off me!
- Dolores: Leslie, stop it!
- Leslie Claret: You have no respect!
- Leslie Claret: [moments later silence] Look. I work my tail off for this family. You guys know it. Because I love you. I love you guys. You know it.
- Leslie's Daughter: We love you, too, Dad.
- Leslie's Son: Just stop doing cocaine all the time.
- Leslie Claret: [jumps up in renewed anger]
- John Tavner: What's your last name anyway, Peter?
- Peter Cassius Icabod: Icabod.
- John Tavner: That's... uh, I thought that was a nickname.
- Peter Cassius Icabod: No.
- John Tavner: Okay.
- Peter Cassius Icabod: Why did you think it was a nickname, John?
- [John gets up and walks away]
- Peter Cassius Icabod: ...... John?
- Leslie Claret: [to group] Ahem. The closest feeling to that of cocaine is, uh is winning or acquiring a large sum of money such as in a, uh a lottery or an inheritance. And And good cocaine is like pure concentrated cool. You become an expert Joe Cool on all topics. And you want to pass all your knowledge on right now. And the universe glows, and rooms take on lovely concavities.
- Leslie Claret: I recall once after using cocaine in the office place, that my my thirty-something secretary, who I had not looked too closely at previously was really quite beautiful. And she was very kind to me. She had a lovely smile. And her breasts were quite splendid. This appetite for cocaine has led to costly indiscretions. I'm standing trial for embezzlement from the company that I formed when I was 24. My family no longer speaks to me.
- Lawrence Lacroix: [bird hunting] Uh, I'm scared before pulling the trigger, and I don't like holding it. It's smelly, and it's a cheat. It would be one thing to use a gun against an animal if you're the man who invented guns. But if you just bought one at the store, I mean, big whoop, right?
- Dennis: [referring to the trip to Luxembourg] It's... I loved it!
- Detective Agathe Albans: You loved it?
- Dennis: Yes.
- Detective Agathe Albans: You loved being stabbed in the leg in Luxembourg?
- Dennis: No... not that part.
- Detective Agathe Albans: What part?
- Dennis: Just... the castles and stuff.