Howard：John, let's not get started again about the lawyer.
John：Pop, couldn't you just sit there and eat your wonderful egg salad, and quit horning in? See... I've got a good many questions to ask and I'm willing to pay for the answers... Now, I don't need to be told that a man who goes after his mother with a coffee table is putting himself in a weak position legally; that's obvious.
Helen: John, come and have a look out this fabulous picture window.
John：If he hits her with it and kills her, that's a criminal case.
Helen: Oh, look, the sun's coming out!
John：If all he does is break the coffee table and give her a certain amount of aggravation and she decides to go to court over it, that's a civil case.
Helen: Maybe we'll have a rainbow! John, come have a look.
John：Ma, how about doing everybody a favor? How about shutting up!
Howard：Settle down, now.
Frank: Maybe I can look into it. Recommend someone. What you say?
John：So...What do you do, Frank?
Frank: I work for Knox Business Machines factory.
John：You design the machines?
Frank: Nope.
John：Make 'em, sell 'em, repair 'em?
Helen: All these questions.
Frank: I help sell them, I guess I work in the office. Actually, it's a sort of a stupid job really. There's...nothing interesting about it at all.
John：What do you do it for then?
Howard：Maybe Frank doesn't like to be questioned like this...
John：Okay, okay. Okay. I know it's none of my business. And besides, I know the answer. You want to play house, you got to have a job. You want to play very nice house, very sweet house, then you got to have a job you don't like. Anyone comes along and says "What do you do it for?" He's probably on a four-hour pass from the State funny farm. All agreed..? Ma..?
Howard：Sorry Frank.
Frank: No. Don't be. Don't be. Actually, John, I agree with everything you just said. We both do. That's why I'm quitting the job in the fall. We're taking off.
April: We're moving to Paris.
John：Did you know about this, Ma...? How do you feel about that, Ma? The nice young Wheelers are taking off!
Helen: John, please.
Howard：Steady down, son.
Frank: John. John! How about some fresh air, what you say? If that's all right with you?
Helen: I don't know if it's such a good idea.
Howard：If John wants to, I don't see the harm.
April: Good.
Frank: Do you..?
April: I hear you're a mathematician.
John：You hear wrong. It's all gone now.
April: All gone?
John：You know what electrical shock treatments are?
April: Yes. Yes I do.
John：I've had thirty-seven. Supposed to jolt out the "Emotional Problems."
