Jennie Malloy: Here, sign these divorce papers so I can finally have three kids, not four.
[Jack signs promptly]
Jennie Malloy: God, this is a big moment. Really makes you think, doesn't it?
Jack Malloy: Yes, we all have second thoughts.
[hands back the documents]
Jack Malloy: Your turn, press hard, there's three copies.
Jennie Malloy: Well, I guess our relationship has run its course. Course the ones hurt in a divorce are really the children. But they're the school's problem.
[giggles, nudging Jack]
Jack Malloy: Kids grow up the same way no matter what you do. If they don't get their values from movies and TV and rap music, what can we do?
Jennie Malloy: Yeah, you can put the cable in, but you can't watch it for 'em. Besides, nothing seems to affect these kids.
Tiffany Malloy: [coming down the stairs, dressed to kill, snarling at her brother] Fatherless twerp!
Ryan Malloy: [biting back] Oh, you frigid sexless ice queen!
Tiffany Malloy: I'm telling Dad!
Ryan Malloy: Dad? If you can find him!
[Tiffany laughs, they leave]
Jack Malloy: Well, I don't feel guilty, their personalities were formed long before we ever split up. No, it's little Ross who would be the most affected. He's the most normal of all.
Ross Malloy: [entering, shaved head, anti-social outfit] Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, grab a Redneck by the toe, if he hollers let him go.
[mimics firing rifle at fleeing quarry]
Ross Malloy: Bam! Bam! Bam!
Jack Malloy: Ross, who are you supposed to be?
Ross Malloy: [proudly] Woody Harrelson in Natural Born Killers.
[grinning ominously]
Jack Malloy: [to Jennie] What a relief. I thought he was Paul Schäfer.