Edie: I know what men are really like.
Susan: Really? How so?
Edie: Well, when I was sixteen, my dad had an affair...with this woman who had a ten-year-old daughter, and one day, he told my mom and me that he was leaving us for them.
Susan: Oh, my god.
Edie: No interruptions, please. A week later, he comes in the house to get his stuff, and my mom didn't want to see him, so we went to the movies. Now I had this, uh, horse figurine collection...plastic, glass, ceramics, hundreds of them. Anyway, we come back from the movies and my dad had taken all his stuff. So I go into my bedroom and something seems different. And then I realized that all of my horses were gone. My mom called my dad and screamed, and all he said was I was too old for them and that his girlfriend's daughter would appreciate them more. (laughs) I mean, can you believe that? What a fungus!
(Having heard the whole details, Susan begins to cry)
Edie: Oh, God. Are you crying?
Susan: It's just that...well, now I get it.
Edie: Get what?
Susan: All these years I have judged you time and again, and...it is not your fault! Come here. (hugs Edie very gently) You are the way you are because of your father.
Edie: I'm what?!
(In reaction to Susan's statement, Edie angriliy slaps her in the face)
Susan: Edie, what the hell?!
Edie: Don't try and psycho-analyze me, you twit! I was just trying to tell you how selfish men are!
Susan: And I was just trying to be nice and give you a free pass for being such a big slut!
(Susan vengefully pushes Edie backwards into the boxes; the boxes crash down on top of Edie)