- Willie Hogan: [Valerie's bringing sick Willie a soda] Hurry up, my throat's closing.
- Valerie Hogan: Sweetie, the problem's your stomach, not your throat.
- Willie Hogan: That's why it's closing. To keep it there.
- David Hogan: Mom, what are you doing up?
- Valerie Hogan: My stomach started to settle so I came in here to make it turn again. This is my kitchen. My kitchen, and you have defiled it!
- Mark Hogan: Mom,don't get upset.
- Valerie Hogan: Some ravioli in the silverware drawer, don't get upset. Upset? I am... I am... look at this. Look. My slippers are stuck to the floor.
- Valerie Hogan: I cannot believe you, you boys. I cannot believe this. How often do I get sick? Once, maybe what, every three or four years, tops? Look at this, you're not babies. There's no mystery. You push a button, and this thing-it's modern! Water cleans the dishes. And if you spill something, you wipe it up. With a napkin, or a dish towel. And you put milk back IN THE REFRIGERATOR. WHO DOESN'T KNOW THAT? Now, I am returning to my room and pick up my illness where I left off.
- David Hogan: [walks in and sees Willie on the couch and Valerie tending to him] I don't believe this. I thought we Hogans came from hearty stock!
- Valerie Hogan: David, I'm glad you're home, I really need your help.
- David Hogan: [spots the bowl on the table] The Big Bowl! This is getting way out of hand!