(Everyone is eating dinner at the table)
Elizabeth: I’m voting for Dukakis.
Eddie: Hmm, well. Maybe when you have children of your own and they need braces, and you can’t afford them because half of your husbands pay check goes to the federal government, you will, uh, regret that decision ….
Elizabeth: My husbands pay check? Anyway, I’m not going to squeeze one out till I’m, like, 30.
Donnie: Will you still be working at the Yarn Barn? Because I hear that’s a really great place to raise children.
Elizabeth: That’s really funny.
Rose: No, I think a year of partying is enough. She’ll be going to Harvard next fall.
Elizabeth: Mom, I haven’t even gotten in yet.
Rose: Do you honestly think Michael Dukakis will provide for this country 'till you’re ready to squeeze one out?
Elizabeth: Yeah, I do.
Samantha: When can I squeeze one out?
Donnie: Not until 8th grade.
Rose: Excuse me?
Elizabeth: Donnie, you’re suck a dick.
Donnie: Whoa, Elizabeth! A little hostile there. Maybe you should be the one in therapy. Then Mom and Dad can pay someone $200 an hour to listen to your thoughts so we don’t have to.
Elizabeth: Okay, you want to tell Mom and Dad why you stopped taking your medication?
Donnie: You’re suck a fuck-ass!
Elizabeth: Did you just call me a “fuck-ass”?
Rose: Elizabeth, that’s enough.
Elizabeth: You can go suck a fuck.
(Donnie's dad [Eddie] puts fingers in ears, and tells Samantha to do the same.
Donnie: Oh please tell me, Elizabeth, how exactly does one suck a fuck?
Elizabeth: You want me to tell you?
Donnie: Please, tell me.
Rose: We will not have this at the dinner table.
(Donnie pushes his ears forward and mouths “I’m all ears” to Elizabeth. )
Samantha: What’s a fuck-ass?