Dan: [to Roseanne] Oh, that's perfect. You got the answer for everything, don't you?
Roseanne: Yeah, I do.
Dan: Yeah, well, why won't you tell me how to clean up this crap that you call decoration?
[throws the items on the mantel onto the floor]
Roseanne: Okay, I will. I want you to pick them all up using your ass and start with the pointy things!
Dan: You are a controlling bitch!
[flips the coffee table over]
Roseanne: No, I'm not, Dan. I'm just trying to do whatever it takes to get you to get up off of your ass and stop staring at that damned T.V.
[smashes a toy through the television screen]
Dan: Boy, I tell you, I wish I had never mar...
Roseanne: What? Say it.
Dan: Nothing.
Roseanne: Well, that makes two of us. You can die if you want to, Dan, but you're gonna have to do it alone because I'm not gonna sit here and watch you. I'll be at Jackie's.
[slams the door]