The Ref (1994)

Christine Baranski: Connie

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• Rose Chasseur : Gary, get me my bags!

  Connie Chasseur : Oh, get them yourself! He's not your errand-boy!

  Rose Chasseur : Has everyone gone nuts? Who the hell do you think you are?

  Connie Chasseur : Slipper socks! Medium!

• Gus : [with a gun to Rose's head]  All right. Everybody into the den, or I'll shoot her.

  Connie Chasseur : Go ahead. Shoot her.

  Gus : Shut up! Get in the den!

• Gus : I swear to God, you hit that kid one more time and I will stick that pig's head right up your ass!

  Connie Chasseur : Gary, are you gonna let him talk to me like that?

  Gary Chasseur : Well, he is a doctor.

• Gus : [Murray hangs the phone up just as Gus answers]  He hung up.

  Caroline : Well, he sounded upset.

  Gus : He should be. He's going to die a horrible fucking death.

  Connie Chasseur : [from downstairs, in a whiny tone]  Caroline...

  Caroline : Speaking of which.

• Connie Chasseur : Who would catch a criminal, and then let him go free?

  Mary Chasseur : Republicans?

• Lloyd : Caroline? Why don't you eat something?

  Caroline : [Drunk]  Loyd? Why don't you eat me?

  Connie Chasseur : Kids, go to into the den. This not a conversation for children.

  Rose Chasseur : It is not an apprioprate conversation for adults either.

  Gus : Where are you going?

  Rose Chasseur : To the living room. To leave you to your quilting. I be there to open presents. If my plans change I will contact you.

  Lloyd : Why don't we all go into the living room, we'll have our drink and deserts in there.

  Caroline : [to Loyd]  Phoney Bastard!

  Gus : Caroline, shut up.

  Connie Chasseur : Let's all go to the den...

  Gus : Sit down Connie sit.

  Connie Chasseur : Excuse me, I am not one of you patients.

  Gus : You're going to be somebody's patient if you don't get your ass back down in that chair.

• Mary Chasseur : [on Gus]  Maybe they'll catch him and let him go in the spirit of Christmas.

  Connie Chasseur : That is not the spirit of Christmas. The spirit of Christmas is either you're good or you're punished and you burn in hell.

• John Chasseur : Mom, the TV's broken. What are we gonna do all night?

  Connie Chasseur : Celebrate the birth of Christ!

• Gus : Caroline and Loyd, will get the coffee and deserts then we'll be opening presents.

  Connie Chasseur : We can't open presents til midnight.

  Gus : Why not?

  Connie Chasseur : Because it's not Christmas until midnight!

  Gus : We'll be changing the rules, a little bit. We are opening the presents now. Not later, now. Why? We're adults, and we can open our presents, WHENEVER WE WANT!

• Connie Chasseur : [the family is at a restaurant before they arrive]  Eat up, kids. Heaven knows what we'll get at Aunt Caroline's.

  John Chasseur : [Eagerly]  I hope they get in another fight this year. Their fights are bitchin!

• Connie Chasseur : I'm sorry but I have had it! I have never heard of such a Christmas! Sex... and drugs... an-an-and women being set on fire!

• Connie Chasseur : I think.

  Gary Chasseur : Honey, right now no one really cares what you think.

• Rose : You must have met a great many strange and disturbed people, Dr. Wong.

  Gus : In my line of work you meet some real wackos.

  Connie Chasseur : [shocked]  You call your patients wackos?

  Gus : Yeah, they, uh, they like it.

• Rose : Where's your son?

  Lloyd : [lying]  Ah, he's spending the night with a friend.

  Connie Chasseur : On Christmas Eve?

  Rose : I think it's very strange.

  Lloyd : Well... .

  Caroline : Well, he... .

  Gus : [winging it]  Uh, actually that was my idea. Because, ah, when one is constructing highways of communication between two people, it's sometimes a good idea to, uh, clear the road and slowly introduce exit signs.

  Connie Chasseur : That's funny. I heard something very similar on Oprah last week.

• John Chasseur : [crestfallen on opening his gift]  Oh, thanks, Mother Rose.

  Rose : I bought you the husky size, John. You mustn't let your weight become a problem.

  Connie Chasseur : [bristling]  He does not *have* a weight problem.