Abbie: I have something to tell you. Robert: Is it bigger than a breadbox? Abbie: Heh, not yet. [Talking about Abbie and Robert's baby] Annabelle: Of course he'll be gorgeous. Kelly: Will he be gay? Abbie: My God, will your kids be stupid? Ben: Are you gay, or are you just acting gay? Robert: Well, that depends, are you interested are are you just acting interested? Robert: What? Eight martinis and you're stuffed? Abbie: Yep. Robert: Well, it doesn't take much to crack your egg, does it? Sam: Daddy, are you a 'faggot'? Robert: Where did you hear that word? Sam: Kyle told it to me Robert: And did Kyle tell you what it means? Sam: Yes. Robert: Well, what does it mean? Sam: It's when two boys kiss and they go to the opera. Robert's Mother: Do you remember that gloomy old grandpa that I told you about. The one who only comes out at night? [Sam shakes his head yes] Robert's Mother: Well, he's here. Sam: Smelling salts. Smelling salts. [Pretends to faint] Sam: Grandma, why aren't you fainting with me? Young Girl: I know what a faggot is. That it what my dad calls someone who cuts him off in traffic.