Teresa: “John, dammit! Quit sitting around here moping about those nasty swift boat guys beating you up. When are you going to get off your ass and do something about it? Why don’t you sue that O’Neill guy? We’ve got a lots of lawyers.”

John:

Teresa: “Jesus Christ, John. You’re acting like a big baby. You can’t just sit there and hope they stop!”

John:

Teresa: “So?”

John:

Teresa: “Listen here, sonny boy, you’re making ME look bad now, and I am not going to put up with it.”

John:

Teresa: “Dammit, why don’t you just get all your military records and use them to prove, for once and for all, that those swift boat guys are nothing but big, fat liars?”

John:

Teresa: “What do I have to do? Cut your allowance?”

John: “I think I’m gonna be sick.”