That was no lady. That was your wife.
Where are they going?
I don't know. Where would you take your best friend's wife?
You're a real sweet kid.
Now be nice to me, brother. One morning we'll wake up, and we'll be all alone together.
Go on, sister. Tell me another pretty story.
Once upon a time, there was a poor little rich boy.
Kyle Hadley by name.
Who pickled his tiny brain with gin and bourbon.
Not so. Scotch.
Till he got so stinking blind, he couldn't see what was going on right under his big red nose.
But his charming, righteous little sister did.
Yes, she saw the end of a marriage and the beginning of a love affair.
You're a filthy liar.
I'm filthy - period. But you don't have to take my word for anything. Just try keeping your head clear and your eyes open.
Why should you care? You've never cared about me.
Or your wife.
Why are you putting your two cents in?
Only because of Mitch. Because I've never had him, and your wife has.
[Kyle slaps her across the face, reaches for a drink, and splashes his reflected mirror image with the alcohol]