Melissa:
What can I tell you about men? They want you to be their daughter, their mother, their addiction. They want you to want them, and then they don't want you anymore.

Frankie:
A man once told me that the only thing you really own is a piece of ground the size of your shoes.

Frankie:
This is my Melissa.

Frankie:
Do I look like the kinda' guy who reads 'Thank You' cards?