Julio: I'm in the bedroom taking a nap, Mother.
Annabelle: Maybe you'd like me to paddle your can? You're not too big, you know.
Julio: I'm sleepy.
Annabelle: Stay out a few more nights till dawn... .
Julio: It wasn't till dawn. And last night was special. It was Susie Tredwhether's birthday and we gave her a surprise party.
Annabelle: Oh, well, happy birthday Susie Tredwhether, only the big surprise comes when you drag your butt in here at 3 a.m. and expect to be wide-awake the next day.
Julio: Big deal. It doesn't happen every night. And besides, it's summer.
Annabelle: So that automatically means you can raise hell all night?
Julio: Nobody raised hell.
Annabelle: Well, whether you did or you didn't, I got a little news bulletin for you, Sugar Puss...
Julio: Oh, let's have it - right in the gut!
Annabelle: You're going to start settling down. Now get up!
Julio: What do you call this, a Roman orgy?
Annabelle: Did you see about that job at Woolworth's?
Julio: What job at Woolworth's?
Annabelle: The one I told you about.
Julio: I don't remember you telling me about any job at Woolworth's.
Annabelle: What do I have to do - carve it on your forehead?
Julio: Funny, in a pathetic sort of way.
Annabelle: You know, Sweetie Pie, I think you oughta see a doctor.
Julio: About what?
Annabelle: You got a serious physical handicap.
Julio: What?
Annabelle: You can't move your ass!
Julio: Well, I'm your daughter, even named me after you.
Annabelle: If it's good enough for me, it ought to be good enough for you. And get this, Princess, the day you turn 21, your vacation around here is over. So if you don't dig Woolworth's but you still like to eat and sleep, I'd try pretty hard if I were you to find something I could dig down at J.C. Penney.
Annabelle: [sorting the washing] What's this smell on your clothes? As a matter of fact, it's in here.
Julio: [in the bedroom] I don't smell anything.
Annabelle: [thrusting a garment under her nose] Take a whiff!
Julio: I don't smell anything.
Annabelle: Come on, take a whiff! Take a whiff!
Julio: I don't smell anything. Honest.
Annabelle: [she finds an ashtray under the bed] Not only are you a lazy, good-for-nothing, sassy-mouthed slob, you're a lazy, good-for-nothing, sassy-mouthed slob junkie! If you want to go out in this world on your own and shoot stuff in your veins, that's your decision but I'm not going to have a dope addict living under my roof.
Julio: [from behind the bathroom door] I'm not a dope addict.
Annabelle: I'm warning you, Sweetie Pie, if I ever catch you taking this stuff again, I'm going straight to the Police. Bitch!
