Marilyn: (about Tom) For God's sake, will you just ask him out? You don't need me.
Will: I do need you. Right now the thing that Tom likes best about me is how much I pretend to love you.
Marilyn: Yes, honey, but I get stuck with the mother. I mean, she's 120. She was a nurse at the battle of Gettysburg. No, I can't do it! I cannot possibly think of one more thing to say to that old bag of bones.