
Berta: Charlie, Alan, I’d like you to meet my youngest daughter Naomi. The light of my life. A little angel who swooped down from heaven and landed on a married man’s penis.
I am my own experiment. I am my own work of art.
Berta: Charlie, Alan, I’d like you to meet my youngest daughter Naomi. The light of my life. A little angel who swooped down from heaven and landed on a married man’s penis.
Berta: ( on Charlie’s relationship ) Not based on sex? Well, unless she sweats bourbon and farts hundred – dollar bills, what exactly is going to keep you together?