Liza: Yes, mother, you've taught me nothing!
Liza: What's wrong with you?
Marian: Oh nothing, nothing. You know, spring is in the air; you know what that does to me.
Liza: Lock up your sons Pine Valley
Liza: Shape up, or ship out!
Marian: Oh, how nautical of you dahling!
Marian: Sticks and Stones...
Adam: Never around when you need them
Adam: You two seemed joined at the hip, or some other intimate part of the anatomy.
(about Liza and Tad)
Adam: We're not much, we're a bit odd, but we're yours
(to Mia about their family)
Adam: Money's not a dirty word in anyone's language!
Marian: Men are like puppies: Scratch the right spot and they're yours forever.
Liza: Eeny meeny miney moe, catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers squeeze till he begs for mercy
Mia: No, don't bark at me, Adam. It doesn't do any good.
Liza: Yeah, you old beach hound.
Liza: You know, I think you're going to like that book, especially the part about the crazy wife who's locked in the attic and burns to death.
Marian: Liza, don't give away the ending! (after locking Arlene in the attic and giving her a copy of the book "Jane Eyre")
Brooke: Your shoes don't fit me, adam. And I will hazard a guess that they don't fit you anymore, either.
Adam: My shoes were handmade in rome. They damn well better fit.
Brooke: Think metaphor.
Liza: Simone's ideas are usually long on brilliant and short on legal.
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