- Joe: This family is cursed!
- Jack: Oh god, you're not going on about that again?
- Joe: Well, what do you call it?
- Jack: I call it feeling sorry for yourself. I call it sitting around whinging when you could be pulling your weight around here.
- Joe: What, with a busted ankle?
- Jack: I'm talking about before that happened. You've been like this for months! And I'm trying to run a farm, make a living and keep a business going. Me wife's away, me baby's ill - could be dying, and all you can do is sit around and moan about the curse of the bloody Sugdens! You know what the curse is Joe? You are. *You're* the curse!