- Sloan: Seems to me like you all were in such a hopped-up hurry to get out of the city that you turned your kids into exactly what you were trying to get away from.
- Cole: Fred, your son and some of his friends are a part of this problem.
- Fred Willat: My son and his friends are a part of this goddamn town!
- Mark: Hey, I think you are all right, man. Anytime you want to come say hello, just leave a message with my secretary. All right?
- Doberman: I don't get you, Carl. You live in a good place, your dad's got a good job with the Caddies. You're getting to be more of a punk every day, you know that? Lemme ask you somethin'. You got a drive and need to louse things up for yourself?
- Carl: I've got a drive, and need to be left alone, okay?
- Sandra Willat: [Reaches for Carl's bruised and bloody face] What happened?
- Carl: [Jerks away] Don't touch it!
- Sandra Willat: Well, who did this to you?
- Carl: I don't know who did it! It was dark!
- [Runs up stairs]
- Sandra Willat: Carl, we don't want you, to see your friend, Richie White for a while. Or, Claude Zachary either, now the teen center's gonna be closed, for a while. At least, get a new accounts fair.
- Carl: What's wrong with, Julia?
- Sandra Willat: I know, you like her, hon. But, she can't control, the wilder kids.
- Carl: Bullshit!
- Fred Willat: Don't you ever, talk to your mother like that again, young man. Do you hear, me?
- Carl: You're crazy.
- Fred Willat: Don't leave, while we're talking to you.
- Carl: Get off of me!
- [Fred, slaps Carl in the face]
- Sandra Willat: Fred, stop that!
- [Carl stormed off into his room while his parents were arguing]
- Sandra Willat: You weren't too hard on him, were you?
- Fred Willat: [sighs] I broke both his legs. Didn't you see him crawl up the stairs?
- Cole: [Carl comes in bruised up] Freddy, Freddy, let Sandra handle it, that's what mothers are for!
- Fred Willat: But my son's all bloodied up, he's all beat the hell up!