Hugh: I must say, you were right. This has been quite trying. You
know, I've attempted to enjoy your family on a personal level, on
an ironic level, as a novelty, as camp, as kitsch, as cautionary
example...nothing works. Frankly, I'll be quite relieved when we
get back to England and we won't have to deal with them.
Lisa: Are you saying we won't see my family again?
Hugh: Well, possibly your mother will come when the children are born.
Lisa: I can't believe I'm hearing this. I don't want to cut my family
out of my life.
Hugh: Really? But Lisa, you're better than this place: you're like a
flower that grew out of a pot of dirt.
Lisa: That's a horrible thing to say!
Hugh: Well, come on, _you_ complain about them more than anyone.
Lisa: Maybe, but I still love them! And I don't think you understand
[walks out, leaving the ring in Hugh's hand]
-- "Lisa's Wedding"