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[last lines]
Tommy : [final lines] You really love David, don't you?
Alice : Yep, I do.
Tommy : Yeah, I like him too, I just hate his taste in music. He always said you could fight with somebody and still like him.
Alice : Hey, now you're using your old noggin! Thanks pal!
[hugs and kisses]
Alice : My boy!
Tommy : Mom, mom, I can't breathe!
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Alice : I'm waiting on tables.
Tommy : Huh?
Alice : I'm a waitress, that's what.
Tommy : Is it a nice place, anyway?
Alice : Hell, yes! Mel and Ruby's cafe? Are you kidding?
Tommy : It doesn't sound so bad.
Alice : There's just Mel there. Ruby's been dead for 14 years. The place killed her. It'll probably kill me, too.
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Audrey : You want to get high on Ripple?
Tommy : What?
Audrey : You want to get high on Ripple?
Tommy : No, I can't. What about your folks?
Audrey : My dad split two years ago. Mom turns tricks at the Ramada Inn from 3:00 p.m. on.
Tommy : What if she came home?
Audrey : She wouldn't even notice. I could have a troop of bare-assed Eagle Scouts in for the afternoon and she wouldn't blink an eye. Why? Is your mom a hard-nose?
Tommy : No, a singer. Or a waitress, I guess.
Audrey : A singing waitress. Weird. So you want Ripple or not?
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Tommy : Put in another quarter and try again.
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Alice : [after Tommy was being a smart aleck] If you open your mouth, once more, I swear to God, I'm gonna nail it shut.
Tommy : [Opens his mouth]
Alice : I'm warning you, Tommy. I'm gonna throw you out, and you're gonna walk the last mile home.
[Tommy makes faces at his mother]
Alice : Get out!
[Kicks Tommy out of the car, and Alice drives away]
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Tommy : [to Alice, disparaging David's style of music] Shit-kicking! Shit-kicking! Shit-kicking!
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Tommy : The joke is *where* the dog grabs him.
Alice : Where?
Tommy : On the nuts! That's the punch line of the joke.
Alice : The dog grabs the gorilla by the nuts is the punch line?
Tommy : No, no. That's a major part of the story. You have to know that to get the punchline. Now, do you know what nuts are?
Alice : Balls.
Tommy : Right!
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Tommy Hyatt : Shoot the dog. Shoot the dog. Shoot the dog.