Marcia Prior Glass:
...This party isn't for you anyway. It's for our little unborn nephew... God save him from your genes.
Nancy Pecket:
Don't talk about my child like that!
Marcia Prior Glass:
He's not a child yet, dear. Just some protoplasm doing the backstroke in your uterus. Besides, I'm sure he couldn't even hear me.
Nancy Pecket:
You really hate me, don't you?
Marcia Prior Glass:
No... Not at all. Do you hate a dog for peeing on the carpet? Of course not. She can't help it; it's her nature. You just have to leave her outside.
Nancy Pecket:
...You *really* hate me.
Marcia Prior Glass:
Is that your goal? 'Cause I just might be able to accomodate you!
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