Tiffany Malloy: So, where do you think you'd be if you two hadnt met, Daddy?
Jack Malloy: Oh, I'd still be with my Mommy.
[happily reminiscing:]
Jack Malloy: My Mommy made me dinner every night at five-thirty.
[chuckles]
Jack Malloy: She brought me juice every morning, and clean laundry. I had a Farrah Fawcett poster on my wall and a lock on my door.
[breaks down]
Jack Malloy: I had everything, dammit.
[yells tearfully:]
Jack Malloy: I want my Mommy!
Jennie Malloy: Well, she didn't want you. At least not as much as she wanted that rodeo clown!