Inventing the Abbotts

Lloyd Abbott: I'm sorry about your mother. Doug Holt: [incredulously] Your sorry? Lloyd Abbott: You didn't know your mother at all if you think someone like me would ever stood a chance with someone like her.

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Pamela Abbott: Stop treating me like an Abbott! Doug Holt: How the hell am I supposed to treat you? Pamela Abbott: Like you used to; like just plain Pam. And you don't have to say that you're sorry! And don't look at me as though someone just ran over your dog! It's make me want to scream sometimes.

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Doug Holt: Either your mad at me because you're mad at me or you're mad at me because you like me, because that's how girls act. I mean... I don't know much but I know that. So, uh, which is it? Pamela Abbott: Both.

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Jacey Holt: You look like a clown. He looks like a clown, mom, and he doesn't even know it. I thought you weren't going to the party. Doug Holt: I changed my mind. Helen Holt: Doug, you do realize that you maybe the only person in this party with artificial sideburns.

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Coed: You know, I'm engaged. Jacey Holt: So am I. Coed: You are? Jacey Holt: Sure, I'm engaged in conversation with you Narrator/Older Doug: I was in awe of his success with women. Just the thought of Eleanor Abbott conjured up images of absolute debauchery in my mind. After a while, I didn't see Jacey lying beneath her on the old sofa in the garage, I saw me.

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Pamela Abbott: Look, I'm not rich. My father is. And I didn't pick my father. And if I had a choice between having tons of money and having another father, I'd be absolutely delighted to be poor. But unfortunately, life is just not a cafeteria. Doug Holt: Life is not a cafeteria? Pamela Abbott: You know what I mean.

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