Friends and family of a married black architect react in different ways to his affair with an Italian secretary.

Lou Carbone: If your mother was alive... she would turn over in her grave!
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Flipper Purify: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Lucinda Purify: What happened to the color TV?
Gator Purify: Mama, I smoked the color TV!
Frankie Botz: He stole a radio out of my fucking car!
Vinny: How do you know?
Frankie Botz: How do I know? He fucking tried to sell it back to me!
The Good Reverend Doctor Purify: Have you lost your natural mind, as well as your soul?
Flipper Purify: There's something you should know. I'm having an affair.
Cyrus: H-bomb! H-bomb!
Flipper Purify: It gets worse. She's white.
Cyrus: Nuclear holocaust!
Lucinda Purify: [Gator is roughly searching though his mother's apartment looking for money, tossing aside coupons] I save a lot of money using them coupons!
Gator Purify: I swear before God... and four more white people! This is the last time!
Lou Carbone: You hate your own father!
Paulie Carbone: I'd like to kill you, but I don't hate you.
Flipper Purify: I was curious - so I jumped on it.
Cyrus: Literally.
Drew: [kicking Flipper out after his infidelity] There will be no penis between us!
Charlie Tucci: Are you fucking my sister?
Paulie Carbone: What kind of question is that?
Charlie Tucci: It's a good question.
Flipper Purify: Of course not. It is a myth. I think.
Lucinda Purify: Lord have mercy... on your twisted soul!
Flipper Purify: Mine! Mine! Mine!
Jerry: Ego! Ego! Ego!
James Tucci: If you ever get her pregnant, Paulie...
Charlie Tucci: Hey!
James Tucci: I don't know why I'm thinking this because I know it's not going to happen, but if you did, I would give *you* the abortion, Paulie.
[Charlie laughs]
James Tucci: Then you are going to marry her!
Gator Purify: [Gator is dancing with his mother, trying to butter her up] Hey pretty lady, you remember me?
Lucinda Purify: Say what you have to say, and go, before your father comes back!
Gator Purify: What's the matter? You don't like my dancing anymore? You usually offer to cook me something to eat.
Lucinda Purify: I ain't playin' with you Gator! Say what you have to say and go. And if it's money then forget it!
[loosens herself from his grip]
Lucinda Purify: The answer is no!
Gator Purify: Momma, you gotta help me out. I'm sick. In order for me to get right, I need money!
Lucinda Purify: You'd feel a whole lot better if you had a bath! Boy, the devil's got you!