“It's no wonder we're all such a mess, is it? We're like Tom Hanks in Big. Little boys and girls trapped in adult bodies and forced to get on with it. ”

“I know we're all psychotic, single and completely dysfunctional and it's all done over the phone,' Tom slurred sentimentally, 'but it's a bit like a family, isn't it?”

“I wonder if we're giving our children the chance to really perform, if we're giving them and ourselves enough credit, as we pore over our parenting magazines and reference manuals. I wonder if we're getting in the way rather than out of the way, as we get sucked into the trap of competing with other parents to raise the most exceptional child.”

“We've been quiet, woman. We've taken yoru presence in this house like calm good little boys, but we're not good little boys”

“Back off, boys. You don't want to mess with an out-of-work secretary. We're real testy.”

“We're trapped in linguistic constructs... all that is is metaphor.”