Mack:
Can't you stop being so cantankerous?
Fiona:
I'm not being cantankerous.
Mack:
By saying you're cantankerous you're being cantankerous.
Fiona:
So I'm cantankerous. At least I didn't run over a skunk.
Cop #1:
No shit, Mack! You love the same woman as your brother?
Ian:
You can have the attention by pretending to be some tortured artist, but this dinner is for Beth and me. Not you.
Mack:
Good. I'm leaving.
[From the Director's Statement... ]
Emma:
What's marijuana? What's marijuana?
Old Man:
See what you've done?
Mack:
All due respect, old timer.
Old Man:
Call me old timer?
Mack:
No mother ever tells their daughter, "Find yourself a nice poet to marry." It's always a doctor or a lawyer. That's why Ian's getting married. He's a lawyer.
Syd:
You must be the recluse. I'm Sid Huntley, the bride's father, and this is my wife, Sarah.
Sarah:
I could imagine a monk living here scribbling away on a book that no one will ever read.
Fiona:
Mack lives here. He's working on a book.
Mack:
Can't a guy even run over a skunk on his brother's wedding day without it being an omen?