Molly Peterson Quotes in You, Me and Dupree (2006)

Molly Peterson: When did we get HBO?

Dupree: Yeah, you saw that. I upgraded us, and I'm going to go halfsies on it 'cause I love it also.

Molly Peterson: So you really were serious about Audrey Hepburn, huh?

Dupree: She had it all. Style, grace, ethereal beauty. Just like I thought Mandy did.

Molly Peterson: I don't know. I have a hard time imagining Audrey Hepburn getting buttered up to Funky Cold Medina.

Dupree: Really? I don't.

Molly Peterson: Did you know Dupree writes poetry?

Carl Peterson: What a homo.

Carl Peterson: The insurance adjuster recommended that we sue Dupree.

Molly Peterson: For a mooosehead?

Carl Peterson: [Carl is rubbing Molly's feet] You have the most beautiful toes, have I ever told you that? And I'm not even a foot guy.

Molly Peterson: Are you concentrating on the game? Or are you lusting at the feet of your soon-to-be wife?

Randy Dupree: Everyone's asleep and here's lonely old Dupree waling away on himself.

Molly Peterson: You weren't waling away...

Randy Dupree: God! An animal wouldn't debase himself thus!

Molly Peterson: Look at that. It's my grandmother's silver cheese platter and you used it to serve nachos.

Carl Peterson: Well nachos have cheese in them.

Carl Peterson: Everybody knows that your father, when he likes somebody, he invites them out on a little fishing trip. Fact: I've never been invited fishing. Not once.

Molly Peterson: You hate fishing.

Carl Peterson: He doesn't know that.

Molly Peterson: Now you've upset Randolph.

Carl Peterson: Randolph? Randolph? You've got to be kidding me. I know a Randy Dupree. I do NOT know a Randolph!

Molly Peterson: Did it ever occur to you that maybe he prefers to be called Randolph?

Carl Peterson: No, Molly, it never occured to me. The guy writes some bullshit poetry, and suddenly, he's got a brand new name.

Molly Peterson: You haven't really been taking care of yourself. I can't remember the last time you exercised. And how many Twinkies have you had today?

Carl Peterson: What are you talking about?

Molly Peterson: Oh Carl, please. There's like a million Twinkie wrappers on the floor of your car. You're not fooling anybody.

Carl Peterson: All right. All right. So I admit it, I enjoy one occasionally. Is there something so wrong with that? Look, Molly, I am under a great deal of stress! What do you want from me?

[spots a magazine with Nick Lachey on the cover]

Carl Peterson: Wait a minute. Is this the kind of thing that turns you on?

Molly Peterson: Oh, Carl!

Carl Peterson: Is this what turns you on? Come on, Molly!

Molly Peterson: I was reading an article on Oprah!

Carl Peterson: Yeah, well I'm sorry I can't be one of your boy-band flavor-of-the-weeks, with their enhanced frosted tips and washboard bellies and their hairless backs!

Molly Peterson: What's happening to us, Carl?

Carl Peterson: I don't know what's happening to you, Molly, but apparently I'm getting fat!

Carl Peterson: You gonna hit me with that thing? Come on I dare you!

[Thompson knocks him out with a candlestick]

Molly Peterson: Dad!

Mr. Thompson: He dared me.

Molly Peterson: Dad, I'm going to ask you something and remember, you've never lied to me before. Do you ever really want my marriage to work?

Mr. Thompson: That's a really complicated question, Molly.

Molly Peterson: No. Actually, it's not.