Classic Walker ...
KAREN: I can't stand the thought of you with another woman! I know I said things
have to change. I know I said to move on, but, honey, just the thought of
another woman spanking your fruity booty in a platonic fashion sickens me. It
sickens me! That heinie's miney!
Karen: Honey, whats this, whats happening, whats going on here?
Karen: Honey, you're simple, you're shallow, and you're a common whore, thats why were
soul mates!
Karen: Martini, honey, and dont waste any space with those olives!
Karen: Lordy, Lordy, look at all the freaks.
Karen: Hey, hey, hey. Come on! I know what guilt is. It's one of those touchy-feely
words that people throw around that don't really mean anything. You know, like
maternal or addiction.
Karen: You call me down to this godforsaken place, to tell me my kids made the honor
roll? Honey, my time is precious. Call me when one of them gives birth at the
prom!
Karen: The only other person I've apologized to was my mother, and that was court
ordered. So take the apology in the spirit it was intended, or I'll kick you in
the genitals.
Karen: Honey, when I agreed to drive you to the set, you didn't say it was on Staten
Island! How the hell am I ever gonna get the stench of landfill and working
class families out of tropical lightweight wool?
Karen: Good Lord. I can't believe I'm at a public pool. Why doesn't somebody just pee
directly on me?