Grace: We'll go out today and find you a new mother.

Wyly: You got to recognize your limitations.

Caroline: I'm running out of patients with you people.

Caroline: Is this because I don't have all my teeth?

Georgia: My God, her heart myst be in a million pieces.
Emma Rae: No, her pride.

Georgia: What on earth was he thinking of?
Emma Rae: Probably the same thing he was thinkin' with.

Emma Rae: Eddie's fucking somebody else.
Wyly: That's for sure?
Emma Rae: Yup.
Wyly: Okay, see ya at noon.

Grace: Emma Rae, what did you do to him?!
Emma Rae: You told me to keep him busy. He's busy holding his nuts.
Grace: What is the matter with you?
Emma Rae: Consider it a blow for your dignity.
Grace: What is dignified about kicking somebody in the balls?
Emma Rae: Well... I feel better.

Emma Rae: Are you addressing me?
Eddie Bichon: Yes.
Emma Rae: Well lick it, put a stamp on it, and mail it to someone who gives a shit.

Wyly: I'm talking to your sister.
Emma Rae: I know. I'm just following the conversation.

Georgia: Why can't he just go to a motel?
Emma Rae: It's a territorial thing mama. He's probably out there pissing on trees.

Emma Rae: You know Eddie, I just got a flash.
Eddie: Great. I'll alert the media.

Wyly: I may have fooled around a little bit, but I've never cheated.

Eddie: If you didn't want to get married why did you?
Grace: Why'd you ask me?
Eddie: Why'd I ask you?!
Grace: Yeah, you're the one who hasn't even stopped dating yet!

Grace: Emma Rae, I have a cookbook to put out, and a daughter to raise, and the God damn winter Grand Prix. And I just don't have time for the nervous breakdown I deserve, so please, don't ask me to stop and think!