- Angel: You were lying.
- Stan Bowes: I'm not lying.
- Angel: Did you shoot your load with your wife earlier? No room for seconds with your mistress?
- Stan Bowes: Angel, what's wrong? You're acting crazy. Are you drunk?
- Angel: Aahh-naah. I want to know the truth. Just say it. You're more attracted to her than you are to me. She must have those nice round hips after havin' those babies, right?
- Stan Bowes: Come on, baby. Come on. It's just the booze. It's just the booze. Come on.
- Angel: No.