She-Devil

Bob's mother: Is it that time of the month? Mrs. Trumper: Nurse Hooper may be short, but she's very devoted. Ute: Fuzzy has just shit all over the carpet! Garcia: I may be the butler, but I'm not the maid! Mrs. Trumper: AHHHHGH! Hooper! Vesta! This is long-term leakage! Ute: I took this job because I only had to cook and clean for one person and one dog. Then I get the mother, the lover, his kids, their dog! Ms. Fisher, up with this bullshit I will not put! I quit!

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Mary Fisher: What is it, exactly, that you do, Mr. Patchett? Bob Patchett: I'm a financial consultant. Mary Fisher: Really?! I'm absolutely in awe of men who know how to handle money. I can't even balance my own checkbook. Bob Patchett: Doesn't your accountant do that for you? Mary Fisher: Should he? Bob Patchett: The good ones do.

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Bob Patchett: [in awe of Fisher's home] My God, this is fantastic. Mary Fisher: You should see my electric bill. Bob Patchett: I'd love to!

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Bob Patchett: [startled] Ruth! What the hell are you doing?! Oh, please, don't start now. My folks will be here soon. Ruth Patchett: I'm not starting anything, I just wanted to weigh myself. Bob Patchett: Yeah, no wonder you're upset.

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Bob Patchett: Oh, my God! Andy Patchett: Herbie! Nicolette Patchett: I'm gonna barf. Bob Patchett: Ruth, what the hell is wrong with you?! Ruth Patchett: I'll go get a strainer.

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Bob's father: Uh, if you were not in love with her why did you marry her, Bob? Bob Patchett: She was pregnant; YOU MADE ME, DAD! Bob's father: Oh, yeah, right. Bob's mother: Well, marriage is never easy, son.

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