Andrea: Ed, tell you what... You don't like how your laundry is done, you are welcome to pitch in and do it yourself. Here.
Ed Peletier: Ain't my job, missy.
Amy: Andrea, don't.
Andrea: What is your job, Ed? Sitting on your a$$ smoking cigarettes?
Ed Peletier: Well, it sure as hell ain't listening to some uppity smart-mouthed b*tch. Tell you what... (to Carol): Come on. Let's go!
Andrea: I don't think she needs to go anywhere with you, Ed.
Ed Peletier: And I say it's none of your business. Come on now. You heard me.
Andrea: Carol.
Carol Peletier: Andrea, please. It doesn't matter.
Ed Peletier: Hey, don't think I won't knock you on your a$$ just 'cause you're some college-educated cooze, all right? Now you come on now or you gonna regret it later.
Jacqui: So she can show up with fresh bruises later, Ed? Yeah, we've seen them.
