- Joelle: What am I, chopped liver?
- Virgil Poe: No, baby, you are the finest cut. Prime rib.
- Joelle: Meat metaphors. Now there's a way to a girl's heart.
- Virgil Poe: As my uncle Luther, who died changing the oil under his '62 Plymouth Fury with suicide doors, used to say... you can't fix stupid, but you can divorce it.
- Grace Poe: He didn't was his hair. You didn't wash your fuckin' hair.
- Virgil Poe: I combed it though. You saw me comb it, didn't you, Joelle.
- Joelle: I did see him comb his hair. With a fork.
- Virgil Poe: Actually, it was a spork.