Mystic Pizza

Daisy: Jesus Christ, these shoes are killing me. Leona: Daisy, do you have to talk like that? Daisy: I'm sorry, I meant to say 'These fucking shoes are killing me.'

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Kat: [almost runs into Daisy, while holding a hot pizza] Watch it, Daisy! Daisy: What? Think I got eyes in my butt? Kat: That's where your brains are!

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Daisy: Say hello to Mom for me. Kat: No, I'll be late for my interview. Daisy: Well, then you better hurry! Kat: I've been three times this week. Daisy: Four, and you go to Heaven. Daisy: Kat, such a good girl. Where did we go wrong with her sister Daisy? Leona: Honey, you'd do just fine if you just used your head a little more. Daisy: Yeah, well, don't worry about me. I'm gonna slingin' pizza for the rest of my life.

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Tim: Do you drive, Kat? Kat: Yeah. Tim: Let's see, anything else? Is there a history of insanity in the family? Kat: They say it skips a generation. Tim: When can you start?

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Jojo: I bet if we had designer pizza... Leona: It'd taste like that magazine there. Jojo: Oh, come on, Leona. A little dry white wine, some smoked clams, some sun-dried tomatoes... Daisy: I think we should do it, Leona. Leona: Listen, young ladies. We have the real thing right here. The Mystic Pizza. Spices from the Algarve back in Portugal. My grandfather taught my father how to make it. And my father taught me. And one of these days, when I retire, I just might teach one of you. It's tradition. And... Jojo, Daisy, Kat, Leona: You don't monkey with tradition! Daisy: Amen!

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Daisy: I fucked up. Charles Gordon Windsor, Jr.: Yeah... but you gave it a 100% effort! Daisy: You're weird. Charles Gordon Windsor, Jr.: I'm weird? I'm weird?

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